Lisa Jarnot

gratuitous crocodile sonnet with carnage

O crocodile of sandy shore
That tears up chunks of flesh to score
A tasty antelopish meal
Not quite but almost like some veal
O fish and zebras,buffalos,
Run hard and high and up and low
For dragging foodstuffs underwater,
A crocodile can never bother
To chew or masticate its food
It swallows whole all of the brood
Of things to eat like quadrupeds
Before it drifts off to its bed
To dream of other things to eat
Until it grows to twenty feet.

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