At Sunday night dinner, a common affair,

My mom, and my dad, and my sister were there,

So were my aunt and my uncle Ramone,

My grandfather Joe and my Grandmother Joan.

We sat down to eat around seven o’clock,

When out of the blue, from the door, came a knock.

I knew that my dad wasn’t quite in the mood,

For a dinner-time guest (…it’s “unwelcome and rude”).

He opened it up and we looked at the door,

And there stood a visiting, green dinosaur.

He was wearing a bow tie and carried a dish,

My dad sputtered out, “Please come in, if you wish.”

The dinosaur entered and wiped off his feet,

My mom rushed around to find one extra seat.

“Good evening,” the dinosaur said to us all.

He stood at least ten or eleven feet tall.

“This dinner looks lovely,” he said as he sat,

“What is this here?  May I have some of that?”

“I do not like dinosaurs!” said Grandpa Joe,

“Before we get eaten, it’s best that you go!”

My mom shot my grandpa a menacing look.

He quieted down as he murmured and shook.

“I’m Dinosaurus,” the visitor stated,

“And I don’t eat people- you’re not marinated.”

“Here is some food,” she said filling his plate.

Whatever she loaded, he happily ate.

My uncle and aunt were both sitting there, nervous.

My mom kept on leaving to find things to serve us.

Somehow my sister was still unaware,

Of green Dinosaurus,  right there in a chair.

She was texting her friend, and her thumbs were quite busy.

They moved at a speed that made all of us dizzy.

I knew Grandma Joan was asleep from her snoring,

She always thinks dinner is sure to be boring,

“Well, I still don’t trust him!” my grandfather screamed.

“What’s with the bow tie? And why is he green!”

I watched Dinosaurus, lick up all his food,

Grandpa did too, with a cold attitude.

“I guess I should go, I’m too full for dessert.”

Grandpa had covered a shout with his shirt.

When he left, he was certainly nice and polite,

He didn’t eat Grandpa, not even a bite.

My dad looked at me and said, “No dinosaurs!”

“Just one extinct guest, and it’s double the chores!”

It seems that they thought that this thing was my friend!

“But-” I said back in attempt to contend.

“There’ll be no buts, mister. You heard what I said!”

My dad would not listen, and sent me to bed.

My sister looked up as she entered a text,

“Well, at least Dinosaurus was not a T-Rex…”

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