Brontosaurus Babe

Neanderthal gal with her dinosaur pal, She's near human save for cranial ridges, Has shiny raven hair with streaks so fair, Lightened by lemon juice to scare midges.

Takes a mud bath a day, burns hair away, To give skin a clear unblemished sheen, Her smooth legs shimmer, eyes glimmer, Knowing she's hunter not prey, a Queen!

Though a brontosaurus mind to be kind, is little bigger than a pea in its huge head, She looks after it well as it's under her, Spell and it's a herbivore or else she'd be dead.

But on its long neck she rides but a speck, against the massive bulk of this big brute, In her fur bikini she's obviously seen me, As she's riding this way and about to shoot.

With her bow half-knocked I'm shocked, As she has accessorise her bag and shoes, Seashell and quartz go with hunting, Sports her flint tipped arrow a warning I'll lose.

Firm thighs that crush life like a knife, Cutting into her ride, makes me shudder, as she brings it to a halt with a firm hand, Phew, didn't trample me - but she coulda!