‘The Dinosaur of Crouch End’

Click me for a closer look!

Find out where to see me up close here,

A flash of teeth! A fearsome roar!!
Behold! The crouch end dinosaur!!

His scales glistening in the sun,
Are windows, every single one,

Of buildings you may know quite well.
Which ones are they? Can you tell?

And in his jaws each fearsome tooth,
Is fashioned from a Crouch End roof.

He uses them to chew the bitter,
Bones of people who drop litter!

You see, he has great pride in these,
Fair streets that form his feet and knees.

He loves Crouch End, it is his home,
And so with gleeful heart he roams,

The length and breadth of town, and sleeps,
Among the chimney pots and keeps,

The pigeon population down,
And always keeps the clock well wound.

I hear he finds it most divine,
When people cycle up his spine,

And you may hear him whoop and wail,
When someone skateboards down his tail.

So if one day you chance to meet,
A dino walking down the street,

Give him a wave and shake his claw,
For he’s the Crouch End dinosaur.

Poem by Rachael Berry
Advertisements
Published in: on October 24, 2011 at 5:47 pm  Leave a Comment  
Tags: , , , ,

The Dinosaur of Crouch End

Click me for a closer look!

Find out where to see me up close here,

A flash of teeth! A fearsome roar!!
Behold! The crouch end dinosaur!!

His scales glistening in the sun,
Are windows, every single one,

Of buildings you may know quite well.
Which ones are they? Can you tell?

And in his jaws each fearsome tooth,
Is fashioned from a Crouch End roof.

He uses them to chew the bitter,
Bones of people who drop litter!

You see, he has great pride in these,
Fair streets that form his feet and knees.

He loves Crouch End, it is his home,
And so with gleeful heart he roams,

The length and breadth of town, and sleeps,
Among the chimney pots and keeps,

The pigeon population down,
And always keeps the clock well wound.

I hear he finds it most divine,
When people cycle up his spine,

And you may hear him whoop and wail,
When someone skateboards down his tail.

So if one day you chance to meet,
A dino walking down the street,

Give him a wave and shake his claw,
For he’s the Crouch End dinosaur.

Poem by Rachael Berry
Published in: on June 9, 2011 at 1:26 pm  Leave a Comment  
Tags: , , ,