Croc Poems - Poems about Croc

We gathered eggs each morning from atop these ancient walls, lined with copies of the Oban Times to keep out winter squalls. The thatch had long since fallen in, a repository now for owls, cushioning and keeping safe their brood from anything that prowls in the silence and the darkness of a highland clachan night. Past generations long forgot had lived and toiled without respite, their...

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Some words in English can't be mistaken Like “SNUBBED”, a silly word that leaves people shaken If you've been “SNUBBED” Or if you've been clubbed With a tree stump or bitten by a croc on vacation... ?...

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I cook a rice, so I am a cook. I need a cooker, so I can cook. I didn't learn to cook from a book. I only learnt, not to feed a crook. I paddled on brook, there was a croc. I wasn't to look, only to hear them talk. Purple Couch 16 Nov 2016 12:09 PM...

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a skeleton in disguise they call me crocodile but truly I am an alligator swimming with the sharks the caiman I left in Barranquilla and wearing my croc I walk the streets of Brooklyn looking for a tree...

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In one foot of water Little girl splashes ankle deep Coffin bay in winter...

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Watched them eat first hand Faster in water than land…. On boots he looks grand...

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There was a man Lute Who jumped from a pane with a parachute He played on a flute While eating a fruit The crocs said here comes a salad with mute...

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Has a baby bear hair? Well, yes! Is a baby hare bare? I guess. But the funniest thing I ever saw, Was a crocodile wearing a dress....

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