I’ve always wanted to have

a tea party with dinosaurs.

I’d walk in, and they’d all be sitting

at a round table together:

Pterodactylus and Microraptor,

Spinosaurus and Giganotosaurus,

Carnotaurus and Ankylosaurus,

and everything else in between.

Stegosaurus and Parasaurolophus

would be chatting about

the Late Cretaceous.

Tyrannosaurus-Rex and Triceratops

would be drinking their Earl Grey

and agreeing on a treaty

(for now, anyway).

Dimetrodon and Moschops

would be sitting at the dark end of the table

because everybody knows that

they’re not really dinosaurs.

I’d sit down with my old pal Velociraptor,

and we’d catch up on the years.

Then Gallimimus would come scurrying in

with his tiny little top hat on his tiny little head,

and he’d join Velociraptor and me

in sipping tea and discussing

the day’s weather.