Roll Credits, The Saw-Tooth

The reality be told, it was not long past Flabbergast by an unfold from my minds vague vast In the reflections of the accounts of my youth As several echo’s formed claiming to be truth Must be fabricated. They’re so over the top Had to consult with a friend who’s a retired cop Informs me there’s no evidence on the inquires Crazies, PTSD’s, all these false memories So herein is one of those exaggerated stories On the banks of the Silver Woods of wolves, bears, and bobcats Left the leaders habitat being adventurous brat Gave battle to a sawtooth swinging on a rope and tree Landing and watching it dash on the shore with certainty Having no desire to be on its next gourmet menu With a throwing ace, abase its face, injuring tissue. Shortly thereafter, it was caught and brought to the LA Zoo To continue, sometime a little later Once again had a meeting with this gator Montages and skipping over the review But what ensued was another rendezvous Was a swung out 40 pound dull one-way mirror door The room entered had pale brownish walls and floor To the right was a four or so foot wall fencing Near this and above was American flag on the wall dangling To the very far right laid the pool of aqua And placed straight forward was a camera On far-right wall but left corner led to the enclosure of the outdoor Wherefore the zookeeper received a call from the radio, an uproar Therefore, he fled, taking care of that issue, so skipping on ahead "I am so dead." I said, but utilized my shirt to cover its head Apparently, this alligator given name was Alma To oversimplify the event, Deus ex machina Finally, returned the zookeeper looking very concern To have learn, a very tired student sat on the gators back Liberating me as the creature began its next attack Snapping on the man’s leg dragging him away for a snack So, I stabbed the alligator in its eye And cursing in anger for the thing to die Hope you go and choke on a future chicken dinner And for closure, that’s when I broke for my departure