by Alex King
The dinosaurs a creature,
Who scowls when he dwells,
On people walking round with phones,
And talking to themselves.
He really doesn’t understand,
The new technology.
iPad’s and computer things,
He makes no apology.
To him the world’s gone quite mad,
A million passwords needed,
To get a look at his own bank,
Help me please, he bleated.
The animal just can’t keep up,
With all the constant changes,
Even the supermarket tills,
At this change he just cringes.
The dinosaur is happiest,
Amongst his veg and flowers,
In his garden, rain or shine,
With dogs and birds, for hours.