The Natural History Museum

A blog post by Albert Semple

10 Jul 2023

A mucky poem about a wise old curator at the Natural History Museum pondering what we really know about the dinosaurs.

Within the grand Jurassic room
 The wise curator sits,
And idly starts to wonder
 If the dinosaurs had tits.
When reaching adolescence,
 Did their scaly chests become
A pair of swinging mammeries
 To nutrify their young?
How would a female T-Rex,
 With short arms and bulbous breast,
Contrive to put a bra on,
 In the morning, getting dressed?
And did the mighty brontosaur,
 Whose height is so renowned
Evolve with longer legs to keep
 Her nipples off the ground.
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