085 - Not Daffodils

I wondered lovely as a clown

That floats on stupid shoes, with styles,

When all at once I heard a sound,

A host, of snapping crocodiles;

Inside the swamp, beneath the trees,

Scheming and lurking, full of sleaze.

“Oh shit” I thought “this ain’t divine”

“I should get on my merry way”,

They writhed all sick in ugly line

A nasty end to my happy day:

I didn’t want to take a chance,

As they gnashed their teeth in hateful dance.

Their glistening skin writhed, curdled and they,

Wanted to eat me to some degree:

I wished that they would go away,

I did not need this green company:

I yelled-and yelled-but no one came,

To rescue me; oh ‘twas such a shame.

For oft, when in my car I sit,

In apprehensive or melancholic mood,

Or maybe whilst I take a shit,

My strength and empty bowel renewed;

My thoughts will swiftly end the smiles,

As I think about the crocodiles.

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