[i]Damn, I did it again
Can’t get ‘nuff of ‘em.
So darn handsome,
I wanna be one.
But stuck in the Cenozoic,
I dream of the Mesozoic.

Drawing with paper and pencil,
I get a Daspletosaurian feel.
The mighty beast has awaken,
back from times long forsaken.
I draw in full tyrannosaur glory,
beautiful, and at times gory.

Is the drawing shaded and done,
I proudly roar as one.
This one is called Pete,
hungry for some dino meat.
A Daspletosaur again,
and not enough of them![/i]

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Before the Valentines' Day Depression is hitting me with full force, I surround myself with dinosaurs or simply make art of my beloved dinos. For that sketch I tried to base it on a reference photo you can find here.
I dared to get lyrical with that poem of which I hope doesn't sound too horrible, because it is a huge difference to write poems in foreign languages.