Best See You Later Alligator Poems
He was six. Brown hair, brown eyes, with a round freckled face that longed.
His mommy had died two days earlier, in a tragic accident on her way to work.
I did not know him, we’d never met, but I knew his 16 year old sister, a friend of my daughter’s.
And she needed a break, some time with friends, time to grieve.
I offered to keep him, for the day, for a weekend, for however long she needed.
Her stepfather was too cocooned with sorrow to be of any help now.
We had a delightful play date, this darling six-year-old soldier and I.
We drank lots of pop, ate crazy amounts of sugar, cooked food, and played board games galore.
I wanted a smile. I wanted him to know that life goes on, even when your mommy doesn’t.
We both needed to play; him more than I, but my heart was aching; he was such a good boy.
His name I have forgotten.
This was twenty-one years ago, and it was only one day.
I was worried it would take him all day to smile. I was wrong. He was six, remember?
When his sister came to get him, I did not want to let him go.
We had become best-ies, this six year old soldier and I.
We were giggling like seven months old, at this point.
I hugged him really tightly, not wanting to ever let him go.
Anywhere without his mommy.
At the last second I yelled, “See you later, alligator.”
He turned; his face split into a giant grin. He ran back for another hug.
And he said, “That’s good! Can I USE that?”
“Use it all you want,” I said.
I am still smiling about this boy without a name twenty-one years later.
My boy.
See you later alligator
In the Nile crocodile.
"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before"
"Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host
Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost
The best place for them is in the lunar craters
Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator"
"Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised
All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived
For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain
Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain"
"Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig
Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig
We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention"
"This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play
The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day
Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds
Music is our medicine in six speaker surround"
"In between sounds to the kitchen we head
Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed
We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste
But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste"
"For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock
AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops
We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie"
Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy"
"We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads
But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread
It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school
Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool"
"Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this
Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss
I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down
Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns"
My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him.
Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.
Our paths did cross and that journey we took
The scenic route along the whispering brook
We stopped to smell the roses bloom
And see the birds with colored plumes
Life hast not spoken a life so serene
To compare with this journey so it may seem
But to every beginning there comes an end
So I must say goodbye to you my friend
We gelled, we chilled, we’d hang out a lot
Remember when I’d play with your spot
But alas my friend these things must stop
For seasons change, that I can not stop
I can not say that I will see you later
Nor would it be right to hang around for a while
So… see you later alligator
You reply after a while crocodile
It’s best we part on amicable ways
Then to progress for more disappointing days
A new path such a delectable thought
To go back down the path a reason I have not
So I take my charge and I carry my satchel
With good tidings to the next castle
Bringing with me a cheerful smile
An open mind, and a heart without guile
We have come to this fork in the road
And the path I choose you can not go
Ask for guidance and for Him to order your steps
Calling to Him is your best bet
So with that said, I tilt my hat to you madam
I wish you all the good days I can fathom
To every dark cloud there is a silver lining
So wipe your tears my child and start climbing
You shall come to find what’s right for you
The feelings of blue will be gone from you
As we part and go our separate paths
We didn’t work out but our friendship can last
I want to escape
This place
This life
Im tired of it all
End my life
With a blade
Stab or cut
What do I prefer
Stab slow and painful
Good option
Cut releases pain
Then die
Another good option
What shall I do
I go into my bathroom
And lock the door
I figured out what I will do
My wrists are cut
Now I just need to stab myself
Yes I am doing them both
No that is not cheating
Im about to stab myself
Then I hear a noise
Of footsteps downstairs
That just does it
I hurry up and stab myself
I pull the knife out
Covered with blood
I take a note
I had written
And put it through the knife
And stab myself again
Leaving it there
For I will not touch it
Ever again
Someone comes
And unlocks my door
They see me their
On the floor
They take the note and read it
As they will
It says
'See you later alligator'
My Crazy life as a pitbull/
My Crazy life as a pitbull, I'm labeled a beast/
I'm always doing nothing wrong but they always target me/
They always say I'm crazy, they wanna oppress/
This is the life I chose to live so I don't stress/
I'm solitary and reclused but not by choice/
I keep going and going and just live my life/
I do the things I do and I don't care who don't like me/
The hell they bring on me is their own lake of fire/
I'm a striver so I strive to be the best I can be/
They say I lost my mind and it's clear to see/
So what if they don't like me, what if they hate me/
So what if they judge me, what if they talk trash/
I'm not schizophrenic but they label me/
I'll see you later alligator, I wouldn't want to be you/
This is my crazy life, I love it in full/
Forever a pitbull, my crazy life as a pitbull/
Hated by many, only loved by a few/
And when I say a few, I mean one or two/
I really never know because it changes everyday/
It seems I'm only loved when my pockets are ok/
When I broke down, they left me hanging by a rope/
Nobody cared or tried to give me hope/
I picked up a guitar and never looked back/
I broke the world record for the fastest drum and guitar/
They get stuck staring like they're mannequins/
Everyday I live life not knowing about tomorrow/
I put pen to paper and published many books on Amazon/
Because I strive to be the best I can be/
A penny for my thoughts, well, I need it to borrow/
To put my music on the radio all over the world/
What's normal to me, might not be normal to them/
But the chances of me changing, is nonexistent/
So, just accept me as I am and don't judge me/
Because I am forever a pitbull/
And I live a crazy pitbull life/
It’s not often you get a chance to save a puppy from a semi
Do it any way
It’s not often that you get to pretend you have made up
“After while crocodile” when a five-year-old says
“See you later alligator”
But it is lovely when it happens
And they think you are the
Most clever grandma in the world
It is not often that you get the opportunity to not say something mean back
But this is a challenge you might want to be ready to accept
For it might save your friendship and your marriage
It is not often that you make a cake so badly that you can roll it into balls
And bounce it down the sidewalk
But when they tell the story
Laugh with them
for some day it
truly might finally
seem funny
Just no when
you are ten.