Snap

There once was a big alligator It got out of an elevator A very loud yell The voice rang a bell His mate was on the travelator His mate was a communicator And said, ‘I said I’d see you later I’m hungry of course I could eat a horse Straight out of a refrigerator I’ll settle for a baked potater With minced beef and cheese from a grater And what could be finer I spot me a diner I hope for a ’gator they cater’ That hungry pair of alligators Found all the staff were reptile haters No meat on the menu At this veggie venue And that’s why they ate all the waiters
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Wolf Avatar
July 30, 2021 at 9:17 AM
Cute 'Murder Poem,' Terry. lol. What's for dinner tonight? ~ Crocodile
Leffanta Avatar
July 28, 2021 at 11:25 AM
5-stars for the title, too!
Flood Avatar
July 28, 2021 at 11:41 AM
Thanks, Rico. A little voice in my head is telling me you meant another poem as I’m not too sure that ‘Snap’ is... well... snappy! ;-) Terry
Roper Avatar
July 27, 2021 at 8:18 PM
Love the string of gator limericks it sounds like a monorhyme verse pretty catchy.
Flood Avatar
July 28, 2021 at 1:53 AM
Thanks, Eve. It did start out monorhyme-ish but I decided to go limerick... which if anything, made it more difficult. Terry
Merryman Avatar
July 27, 2021 at 6:28 PM
This was hilarious, Terry! A fun string of limericks! Blessings, Kim M
Flood Avatar
July 28, 2021 at 1:55 AM
Thank you Kim. I’m just pleased that no one has pointed out that you don’t spell ‘potato’ like that! ;-) Terry
Allison Avatar
July 27, 2021 at 3:56 PM
ha ha ha a fab string of limericks I love the way limericks build to tell a fun story:-) hugs Jan xx
Flood Avatar
July 27, 2021 at 4:21 PM
Thanks, Jan. That one’s actually new. It won’t be Poem of the year but maybe it will help oil a few of my rusted brain cells. Terry
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