Down below the river bank
and little limestone bluff
swims a twenty-two foot alligator
looking green and tough.
He is smiling up at me.
I’m looking down at him.
He licks his pretty pearly whites
– invites me for a swim.
“Come on in, the water’s fine.
Promise it’s not a lie.
If you join me you will find
you will be gratified.
Let me take you on a date
-I’ll nibble on your ear.
Such a lovely pic-en-nic,
we could have, my dear.”
I considered his invite
Oscillating none.
So, I nodded hungrily –
A date with me he’d won.
“With sweet smiling grins of yours,
Sir, how could I refuse?
I am sure that you can choose
to chase away my blues.
A swim sounds nice – how happily
we’ll play within the springs,
And I’m so sure we’ll find some time
for sumptuous nibble-ings.”
(That is the way one should reply
– polite, courteously,
toward all invitations kind
and gentle-manner-ly.)
And so I began to dive
into the water sweet
coil by coil, unraveling, all thirty feet of me;
wrapped myself around him thrice
and gave him a big squeeze!
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