Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.118.28.11
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
CROCODILE     CHIT - CHAT



So there  am  I  sitting, basking,  mouth wide-open in the swamp,   
An Egyptian plover just a-cleaning my teeth  -   and old Ernie   says  
Hey  Roger,  looks like you need some serious dental work .    
Ok…. so I goes to this dentist   I  heard of.    He says  you need  
Eighty  three   fillings  and a  large bridge,  maybe even a    plate in the bottom.   
Well, I got so angry  I spoke sharply to him.   In fact I’m afraid
I almost snapped his head off.   I  says   I’m not going to pay for all that, 
Not when I can get it free in the swamp.     Oh  says he, that’s for the birds  man.    
But I  know these cowboy  dentists, Ernie.    They’ll  do anything for money.   
It happened to uncle Ralph.   He ended up as   suitcases in a posh guy’s   luggage,  
Just trying to pay off the dental bill.   And it could’ve happened to mum too   
But she  managed to  keep her good looks and ended up in the Smithsonian 
(  good location -  first floor,  on the left : check it out) .   Oh, just a moment ,
There’s a  guy swimming.    I‘ll just sneak over and see if   he’s available for lunch.    
Go for it,  Rog -   give him the old  eyes-under-the-water  treatment …  
Scare the pants off him.   Oh-oh!   He’s not wearing any pants.    
Oh,  I couldn’t eat my meat undressed like that,   Rog.  I  gotta have 
A dressing of maybe salad or at least olive oil……. 
Ok,  so after I misses this guy - he was too quick  for me – 
I’m  lying there with  Ernie and we’re doing  the  still-life-yawn   pose 
With an  Egyptian  plover   apiece.   I  happened to touch his rear leg with mine.    
He says hey,  smartie,  -  you    tryin’  to come on to me or what?  
I says no…..  I  just   realized you’re quite cold there, Ernie.     Yeah , says he, 
It's ‘cos  I’m   cold-blooded  -  you know ?  Sarcasm was always Ernie’s strong point.   
Oh I know….  but you’re colder than me  buddy.  Maybe you’re coming down with flu?   
Maybe you need a doctor.   Oh, don’t get me started 
On doctors,  Rog.     I went to this  psycho-quack once and he tried
To  convince me  I was an alligator,  and how I could 
Make   a bundle as a lady’s handbag or even   chic boots.  
Well,  I knew it was a   con  ‘cos   who wears real American alligator these days  
When you can get cheap Chinese  mock-crocodile stuff at next to nothing?  
Oh  says   I,  don’t get me started 
On  China’s economic impact on the world….....
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required