83. I used to know all the Dinosaurs

I used to know all the Dinosaurs, my Dears. But in recent years I've learned that there are hundreds, thousands, that have emerged as paleontological science has advanced. It makes the five-year-old in me sad because I can't keep up with everything. Whatever; I still love them.

This guy. Right here. I love him.

When I was young, the dinosaurs I knew

encompassed all the dino hunters' lore.

Triassic to Cretaceous, the whole crew:

Dimetrodon to grim Tyrannosaur.

But I can claim these bragging rights no more;

the clade now holds a thousands kinds, all named.

And some I knew are gone, tossed out the door,

like Brontosaurus, all mixed up, now maimed.

But others stick around, remain unshamed;

Styracosaurs yet preen their spiky frill

and coelophyses prance around, untamed,

while Allosaurs Jurassic prey hunt still.

Despite their varied types' proliferation

they keep their hold on my imagination.