Whats In the Box
While working in Seattle for Boeing
Had duty in Florida for six weeks
Just before it was time to be going
Drove from town to town looking at antiques
In St. Augustine, day before my flight
I was sightseeing the old city’s charm
The alligator show was quite a sight
Bought a gator, right off the farm
In Florida when I boarded the plane
Although winter, the temperature was warm
A Chicago plane change, was not the same
In fact, had to land in a winter storm
The alligator was in a shoe box
And I carried it with me on the plane
The temp in Chicago was such a shock
Scratching loud and fast; must have been in pain
He warmed up during the layover time
Then it came time to board another plane
People stared while in the plane’s boarding line
Because the loud scratching noise was the same
When I sat down, the guy next to me said:
“What in the hell do you have in that box?”
An alligator that wants to be feed!
“Sure you do! But don’t feed me to the crock”
“You don’t believe there’s a Gator in there?”
“Of course not! I just think you’re full of bull”
“OK, stick in your finger if you dare
But when he grabs it, you better not pull”
“Tell you what, if you’ll buy me a drink
I’ll take box lid off so you can see”
We’ve got us a deal, he said with a wink
I’ll be right back but, first I got to pee
He returned, bought my drink, set down and said
Now get out your box and take off the lid
Then the gator jumped out, bit me and fled
And ****, we couldn’t see where he hid
He was in the center isle on the move
When I grabbed him, I got bit one more time
If the stewardess saw him, I’d be removed
And I’d probably be charged with a crime
So back in my seat, with a bleeding hand
And with the gator secure and confined
The guy next to me said, “That act was grand,
So what’s next”, as he made his seat recline
We had a good laugh, I wrapped up my hand
And from then on we took turns buying drinks
We didn’t stop, we got totally canned
“What happens now with the gator you think?”
“This trip, he stays in his box! Believe me!
There will never be another capture,
As a house pet he will roam free, in the
Bellevue Home For Beer Drinking Bachelors”
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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