Tyrannosaurus Rex,
terrible lizard,
beady, big, black eyes,
most fierce meat eater,
tearing hunks of quivering flesh
from your victims.
God found you repugnant,
or I guess maybe he did?
Maybe I don't really know?
Does God actually find
anything repugnant
outside my scale?

Anyway, repugnant,
so he evolved you,
finger lickin' good,
a gene link here,
a gene link there,
change that sequence
in a square,
ee i ee i oooo.

That's right, Rex.
Traditional or extra crispy?
You feathered our beds.
Um, um good with noodles in a can.
Cluck, cluck, cluck
and a cockle, doodle doo.

That's right, Rex.
God turned you
into the chicken,
maybe a little big lizard revenge there,
nuggets on the menu.
Old McDonald gave up farming,
golden arches now,
different kind of evolution
that dining business,
rigid flesh, mighty dead.
Not only that,
there's thousands of unfertilized
potential chicken children
eaten every day,
sins visited down the generations,
not really trying
to egg you on, Rex.

I hope God never finds
us humans so repugnant,
but who is to say
what's up the scale,
and what's down the scale?
I have it on good faith
that men are slowly
becoming apes.
Ah, so you can smile, Rex,
with those big, old teeth,
or beak,
whatever you got there?

Copyright 2009, Jerry W. Engler