Cheesy Trex 7 Poem by tetete sahur f

A cheesy Rex, they called him, big and bold,
But Sonny was half cheese, a sight to hold.
He'd esp, he'd dream of worlds beyond the sun,
While Rupert and young Zach, their day begun.

Then Jacob, clumsy, tripped upon a root,
And fell, his back a groan, a twisted shoot.
He hung there, cliff's edge biting at his hand,
A silent plea across the dusty land.

A Dorito, caught upon a passing breeze,
Descended softly, rustling through the trees.
It landed, crisp and orange, on Jacob's head,
He lost his grip, and plummeted, now dead.

Yet Rupert sighed, and Zach just blinked an eye,
The cheesy Rex just looked up at the sky.
No sorrow touched their faces, carved of stone,
Their apathy a heavy, chilling drone.