In his newest collection of original poems, Robert Weinstock sifts through everything from Brontosaurus burgers to T. rex kisses, and all with the same vibrant and hilarious flair of Food Hates You, Too. So grab a shovel and dig in.

Tutus

Cro-Magnon ballerinas were
No dainty twirling prancers.
They stomped and clomped and growled, Grrrrr!
Good grief! What dreadful dancers!