Book-Nosed Lukas
Pterosaurs weren’t dinosaurs –
And so says Lukas, keen to crow.
You know what, Lukas ? We already know.
And neither were the mosasaurs,
And ichthy’saurs and ples’osaurs,
Dimetridon or sarchosuchus –
Come on, Lukas, don’t harp on so.
Sometimes, Lukas, we’ll play ball,
Cos evolution’s cool and all –
But we also need a name instead
To call all things this scaly, big, and dead.
We need a widely-reckoned file,
A catch-all term, a handy pile –
But one that leaves out bird and crocodile.
With chapter, verse, and nomenclature ?
Don’t be such a whiny bore,
By giving us a minus score
In your self-waging, name-defining war –
Lumbering and out-of-date,
We’ve got your number, Lukas, mate –
You’re such a dinosaur !
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