I Am a Scoundrel

Yes, my good friend, I am a pirate, a rogue, a lone wolf Irritated, I howl, snarl, and I yell. Fortunately very few know this about me To you I am sincere, unassuming, and sweet Oh, yes, a darling one Until I feel duped, double-crossed, or hurt That is when the real me comes out with guns blazing, blades swinging Lasers shoot out of my eyes I am in destroy mode. My fangs and my claws work overtime To slice you to ribbons. If you are lucky, I might make you walk the plank instead. Feeling a bit of tiny satisfaction When I see the hungry crocodile floating past Ha Ha Howling in happiness when his jaws slam shut, Taking you away forever No, you do not want to cross me. I am a scoundrel.