Cheesy Trex 4 Poem by tetete sahur f

esy cave, a roar, a squeak,
T-Rex and Sonny, half cheese-streak!
A cheesy mini-gun he held,
Through Chip Land, a story spelled.

Zach, Rupert, Jacob, ran in fright,
From cheese-gun blasts, a cheesy plight!
Zach's nacho shield, a golden gleam,
Deflected cheese, a cheesy dream.

Rupert replied, with ketchup might,
And mustard spray, a colorful fight!
They ran and ran, a desperate race,
Across the sugary, cheesy space.

But Jacob slipped, a cheesy moan,
In melted cheese, he stood alone.
Will Jacob swim? Will Jacob strive?
In cheesy depths, will he survive?