Lunging fiercely from the waterTracy they seek to slaughterWill the crocogators take their tollAnd give Tracy that deathly roll?Hungry little beasties they do appearThreatening to bite Tracy’s rearBare handed he must fight the beastEre he end up as a reptile feastNo gun or knife, not even a stickSurely up his sleeve he must have a trickPerhaps the Wrist Wizard will save the dayAnd Tracy, the beasties will not slaySo gather round kiddies and hold on tightWe are about to see one whale of a fight.
Thank you for your kind words the other day.And to Pequod 77, a very nice poem as always.
A gracious good morning all.
Lunging fiercely from the waterTracy they seek to slaughterWill the crocogators take their tollAnd give Tracy that deathly roll?Hungry little beasties they do appearThreatening to bite Tracy’s rearBare handed he must fight the beastEre he end up as a reptile feastNo gun or knife, not even a stickSurely up his sleeve he must have a trickPerhaps the Wrist Wizard will save the dayAnd Tracy, the beasties will not slaySo gather round kiddies and hold on tightWe are about to see one whale of a fight.
Thank you for your kind words the other day.And to Pequod 77, a very nice poem as always.