Don't Feed The Crocodiles Poem by Tom Billsborough

Don't Feed The Crocodiles

Rating: 2.5


Splash not in unfamiliar water,
Tom,
Verse ain't no laughing matter.
It's time to nurse your intellect,
A weighty theme select
To get some serious work upon your file.
Crocodiles may smile,
And indeed they do,
A wide and toothy grin
But not necessarily for you.
They may have other plans
They don't eat out of cans,
You know.. well maybe the odd tin
Or two if they waddle off
Towards the local store
Causing the cash-out queue
To hurry up somewhat.
But generally their favourite meat
Is freely offered food.
So splash not in unfamiliar water,
Tom. It could be you!

Saturday, May 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: food
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
AN ADMONITION TO MYSELF TO GET DOWN TO SOME SERIOUS WORK!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shrutika Kahale 09 May 2016

amazing poem tom, beautifully penned, it deserves 10. its amazing that you have written so much in the past few years,121 poems! ! ! great work and great achievement! glad you have saved all your works, its like an inspiration for beginners like us, thankyou for sharing! ~

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Tom Billsborough 09 May 2016

all but thirty i've written since last september. i'm going to blame PH for making me work so hard. Before that I did mainly translations and throwing poems away! But I think being in the company of poets like yourself is very inspiring. Tom

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Susan Williams 07 May 2016

Are you giving yourself a good talking to, Tom? Please add that your verses are always entertaining and some come with a bit of a sting. You have made quite a niche for yourself here but if you want to spread your wings just go ahead and leap into that unfamiliar water, my friend, seriously, we'll be right there on the shore, shotguns in hand, ready to chase off gators, jellyfish, and polliwogs.

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Tom Billsborough 07 May 2016

You know, Susan, I blame that young fellah, almost directly North of you, That Wes Vogler. He's got me hooked on oogie and those marvellous cartoons. Yes, I was trying hard to tell myself off but in doing so was sinking power into Silliland. My dream animal is a pet Elephant which I could talke on a lead down to the supermarket. I suppose I'd end up telling it off. Now Ellie, I told you not to stamp on that Gondola. Now didn't I? you're a very naughty girl. And no. The cinema is off limits. We don't want you appearing through the screen. You might hurt your little trunk, diddums. In the end I translated another sonnet by Louise Labe. I might take you up on your kind shotgun offer. I think I've a pathological fear of Fish after watching Jaws for the umpteenth time! After that wonderful rendering of Show me the way to go home the guy didn't deserve to be swallowed whole. Many regards Tom

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Sarah Persson 07 May 2016

Such an amusing poem Tom, what a lovely piece of work.

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Tom Billsborough 07 May 2016

Thanks Sarah. Loved your poems. I'm buzzing around with a poem about bees at the moment. Tom

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