I walked another endless mile <br />to spot at last, a crocodile. <br />Had heard from knowledgeable mates <br />and Publicans in hot debates <br />that one must nowadays acquire <br />an extra belt, just like a tyre. <br />To ward off bullets and mean words <br />and deadly rays as well as turds <br />so what I needed was a beast <br />of thirteen metres, at the least <br />I'd jump upon its beady eyes <br />and soon you'd hear those desperate cries, <br />I have a novel theory <br />and dentistry is here the key. <br />You see, if one can separate <br />the upper from the lower plate, <br />and dislocate the jaw at once <br />(you'd need the strength of several Huns) <br />the beast would be out of control <br />unable to perform the roll <br />that crocodiles are famous for. <br />Well, here I am, a moonlit shore <br />and there it is, a silent ripple <br />a stab of pain affects my nipple <br />but with a leap of faith at last <br />I hurl myself and fly right past <br />the monster of our waterways <br />I see him coming, in the haze. <br />A croc can swim a little faster <br />he is the undisputed master <br />and as he comes to now ingest <br />my body I shall do my best <br />I grab the mandibles in back <br />but right away, I feel the lack <br />of powers needed to succeed <br />his bite now crushes, makes me bleed <br />the battle rages just a minute <br />as to his skin, I soon am in it.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crocodile-skin/
