a very silly poem

A Croc of Sh*t

I don’t crawl on my belly

and my teeth are rather tame.

I am not green or scaly

and I do not kill or maim. 

My snout’s not elongated

and I am not cold of blood. 

I don’t live in a swamp or pond

or wriggle in the mud.

My eyes aren’t small and beady

and my jaw does not go snap.

I don’t bite people’s arms off – 

I’m a rather timid chap. 

See, I’m not a scary creature.

These are mere confabulations. 

It’s all just silly rumours – 

I deny the alligations.

Joshua Seigal