Dinosaur

         But What if
     This poem was
   In the shape of
        A dinosaur?
           How would it
              Affect the prose?  
                 How would it
                   Change the                                        Meaning?
                     Would anyone                       Recognize        the effort?
                      A long winding                      Tail                           Made up
                       Of twisting words                                                 That wrap
                         Around the page                                                With some
                        Difficulty. If it is so                                               Difficult, then
                       Why even bother? It                                          Takes no effort
                   To stop. It gives no hidden meaning.                    So then why?
                   I ask myself too. To be frank, it is quite a bit of fun. Dinosaurs
                   Have been a little silly. A little scary. A little bit of everything.
                   I think dinosaurs fill some sort of bigger need. Real, tangible
                   Creatures that feel like fantasy. It sparks the imagination in
                    A way that not many other things do. For children, adults,
                     Everyone in      Between.          A cow?    That's normal,
                      Something       Expected.          But a       Dinosaur?  
                       A mystery.       We don't            Know       Everything.
                        Fun to             Imagine             The          Possibilities.