Tex-Mex and Rex

On a walk, I met two dinosaurs,

Their names were Tex and Mex.

They cautioned me about their menacing cousin,

The one they all call Rex.

 

Tex and Mex love salads,

And nibble leafy, tree-top greens.

But I have a distinct impression,

Rex goes about snatching his meals by other means.

 

They say their cousin is rather surly,

Ill-tempered, cranky, and aloof.

And advise hiding in holes beneath the ground,

Rex can reach you anywhere else –  even up on your roof.

 

They noted his arms are puny,

But his bite is something fierce.

The force of eleven-teen crocodiles,

Even the toughest, thickest hide his teeth can pierce!

 

Tex and Mex gravely recommend avoiding cousin Rex,

For he is short-tempered, and rather easily annoyed.

And should you see or hear him coming,

By all means — you must avoid!

 

I am happy to have met them,

It was nice conversing with Tex and Mex.

But quickly left them by the road that day,

When suddenly both exclaimed –  “Goodness gracious! Here comes Rex!”

P.S. from Little Red Bear — Tex and Mex may have exaggerated slightly. Though not by much. Personally, I suspect Rex merely needed lunch and a nap.

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