I thought that I would like to see <br />The early world that used to be, <br />That mastodonic mausoleum, <br />The Natural History Museum. <br />On iron seat in marble bower, <br />I slumbered through the closing hour. <br />At midnight in the vasty hall <br />The fossils gathered for a ball. <br />High above notices and bulletins <br />Loomed up the Mesozoic skeletons. <br />Aroused by who knows what elixirs, <br />They ground along like concrete mixers. <br />They bowed and scraped in reptile pleasure, <br />And then began to tread the measure. <br />There were no drums or saxophones, <br />But just the clatter of their bones. <br />A rolling, rattling, carefree circus <br />Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas. <br />Pterodactyls and brontosauruses <br />Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses. <br />Amid the megalosauric wassail <br />I caught the eye of one small fossil. <br />Cheer up, old man, he said, and winked- <br />It's kind of fun to be extinct. <br /> <br /> <br />>>Ogden Nash <br /> <br />-only submitted to this site by<br /><br />Shadigo Claws<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/next/
