George Of The Jungle Rode A Wooley Mammoth. Poem by Michael Gale

George of the jungled forgotten land...
Swung into the jaws of a T-Rex, he did land.

Munch, munch, shred and gulp....
Shredded was he to a shredded pulp.

No more George of the jungled forgotten land, was he...
No more missed swinging George, would he be.

The T-Rex decided to spit him out...
After the T-Rex heard George bellow and screamingly shout.

That jungled roar...
Made the T-Rex deafeningly sore.

That T-Rex did turn and ran away....
So that he could return to hunt another cave man hunting day.

The T-Rex wished upon a star...
That travelled to Earth real fast and from space, verily far.

Now, we know what happened to the dinosaur race...
They died from a meteor, collision-ed with Earth, what a historical grace.

The Wooley Mammoth, from flying space debris, that was a very flaming...
Left the Mammoth very hairless, and now, that is why, the today's elephants, are far hairlessly, ashaming.

These Pachyderm's are some what bald...
Their evolutionary path was hair growingly stalled.