Why can't Teep the dinosaur talk? Well this is what I think happened. Thanks for reading I've never really written any poems before so thanks for the support.
Cursed
I remember when I could talk.
When asked to stop I would balk.
They would follow my every demand.
I was the dinosaur of the land.
But then one horrible day,
My voice suddenly went away.
All because of a useless spell,
That caused me to sit there and dwell.
Unable to answer, unable to scream.
Trapped in what feels like a horrible dream.
My inutile life was so lonely,
Until I met my best friend Zoey.