The Anti-Trump Troubadour … 80+ Songs!
The Tyrumposaurus stared down into the dim, dull waters of the stagnant Morongene Pool. The burning question escaped his lips. …
Dozens of Mediacircustops coughed, wheezed and squeezed in tighter to get within earshot of the flat rock lectern at Little Stomper Grounds, the dinosaur day care centre beside Watershed Falls. …
“You there! Tuck in that belly. Absolutely no flabby trollertweeting today. Is that clear?”
The guilty Trollertweety nodded, grimaced and sucked in more air.
“I did not have any meeting with the Kayjeebeeops.”
The Sessionsopossum said this gleefully, placing a rock atop his pile. …
The Tyrumposaurus lay on his back in a comfy pile of eucalyptus leaves under the We Teach People How to Treat Us Tree. The doctor was in.
The Tyvankanatrix gazed up at the starry, moonlit night, her deep sniffs broken by the occasional hitching, honking sob. …
