The Trifle-sore

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I'm a dinosaur with migraine

My head's too flipping big

My skin is always scaling

And I'd contemplate a wig

But T.Rex are the hard men...

We're big. We're mean. We're tough.

But when it comes to trifle,

I've darn near had enough.

I've teeny tiny arms

And a jaw shaped like a digger.

I'd use Pooh like a chew-toy

But I sort of like old Tigger.

I'm a dinosaur with attitude.

I'm big. I'm mean. I'm tough.

Yet, I dream of golden custard, the cream and jelly stuff.

I've watched it on the ‘Bake off’

If only I could cook

Imagine having wooden spoons and a nice and plump cookbook.

It's inter species racism, I see it when they look

But anytime I walk close by

Humans seems to puke...

Then run... They always run.

I’m a dinosaur with migraine

Yes, big. Not mean but tough.

I drool at sponge like fingers and hundred thousand ‘fluff’.

What can a dino do to get a decent trifle?

Eat my way to Paris and try it at the Eiffel?

Bonjour, tout le monde!

I'm a dinosaur with migraine

All I want is pudding

Yet, when I smell those meaty scents

I don't know what I'm doing

My big feet start to scamper

I run, I chase… I eat.

…But that’s all down to instinct I want a sticky treat!

My head's too big for my body

When I eavesdrop I fall over

Too much meat for supper

And I start to hurt all over

My joints they ache, my knees go out

The museum says I may have gout.

But I’m a dinosaur with migraine

I’m big, I’m sad not tough

I just want creamy trifle and that gooey jelly muck.

The extinction of the dinosaur is not just down to time

It’s about the lack of pudding

Strawberry, mango, lime…

I’m a dinosaur with migraine

My sugar count is low

But if they open a ‘Cheesecake place’

I’ll have somewhere to go

I’ll top up on my chocolate tart, eat trifle till I pop

And when my stomach’s sticking out I’ll know that’s when to stop.

So, if you see me coming

Don’t just run away

Throw some trifle at me

You’ll maybe make my day.

I’m a dinosaur with migraine

My joints a trifle sore

But the lack of pudding did me in

Now dinos are no more.

(Not really, going for the sympathy vote

And that big bowl of trifle you just made me.

Yum!)

I’m a dinosaur on a sugar high.

Elated, happy, chuffed…

My one small consolation

At least I won’t be stuffed!

…Only on trifle. Yum!

Eileen Wilson