I walked another endless mile
to spot at last, a crocodile.
Had heard from knowledgeable mates
and Publicans in hot debates
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But if you stick two fingers in the croc may open wide and grin you see, they have an ancient rule bite off the head of any fool who's dumb enough and even lingers and trusts the power of his fingers. I talk about this in my poem it takes an expert just to know 'em. Too bad I ended up inside the much admired leather hide I should have specified my wishes and hid behind the friendly fishes. The Gods cannot be blamed for this a thickened skin, it can be bliss. H
I'm told you stick two fingers in their eyes but that's not experience just surmise it may not quell your worstest fears just a hidebound tale of crocodile tears
And tomorrow, his wife will be sporting a matching set of Poet-skinned shoes and hand bag? Danny
You do love a gory finish don't you, Herbsy? : -) Another comic tale of human failings. Love, Gina.