The sad king

And now for a completely change of pace, here's a poem about a dinosaur.  That has no hidden meaning, that I know of.  If you find one let me know :D

The Sad King

Big head.

Small arms.

All the other dinosaurs laugh at me.

No chance at being a ninja.

Unable to walk.

Only stomp.

Never felt the warm embrace of a hug.

Or the friendliness of a high five.

This makes me a sad king.

No way of doing a push up.

Walk by the bench press bench and just cry.

Can't hide a bad hair day with a hat.

Always picked last at sports.

Nobody wants a short fore arm on their team.

Constantly teased by dinosaurs that run through my legs.

Can't paint my toenails by myself.

Always the last one tagged.

And never able to tag anyone back.

This makes me a sad king.

Powerful tail.

Razor sharp teeth.

Dinosaurs make fun of me.

Because they fear me.

I am their boogey man come to live.

Everyone hides their babies from me.

For I am king of the dinosaurs.

And yet I am still sad.