Something odd is always at hand
Quickly, swift, a non-stop jerk
Is this bold dragons’ constant smirk
They’re strongest with bellies filled
Drunk on blood of men they’ve killed
Out of Nile’s vast delta here
Three dreaded crocs did appear
Through an Adriatic slit
Two more whales came, via Split.
Two Siberian beasts more
Reared out of Mulyanka’s shore
From Mulyanka of Perm Krai
Russian, then Italian sky
Crocs their freedom do not lack
Down the Sava-Danube track
Gathered ‘low a bridge’s bend
Suicidals near their end
These beasts roam about the town
One fierce bite has me pinned down
As they swim and float around
Pin-like their eyes I have found
Meaty prey sniffed by their noses
Sharp-toothed jaw said prey encloses
I’ve a deal with them worthwhile
Cro co do co lo do rile
May their trio boldly hop
And on horny scuta drop
May blood-showers flow like ale
Lubricating our scales
One life but one Euro’s worth
Our words but empty pits
Hollow caves our stomachs sit
More cash for twos we commit
I’ve a deal with them worthwhile
Cro co do co lo do rile
Down their shoulders I descend
Embracing them with my arms
My tummy is going nuts
Hunger dancing in my guts
Already they’re set to drop
Already by waves they’re called
Why waste thought? Use this dilemma
To toss this human Kinema
To the current evergoing
Hell-way they gave, full well knowing,
Dreams that they had all perceived
It’s quite gruesome, this whole plot
Now life has it, then has not
What does my arm small and lean
Embracing their waistlines mean
Even killers feel depressed
Post doing what they do best
I meandered into titles
Which I find to be mere trifle
But who’s bloody all the while
Moreso than a crocodile
Who will pay the deal enisled
Other than the crocodile
Watch thyself oh murderer
Suitable and pick-of-litter
Are cutwaters none the fitter,
Windshields and the lightning rods
Are but desperate roughneck sods
And their circle-natured days
As they float livid and dreamy
One drunk sailor, brave and scheme-y,
Swims across the river’s dirt
Two oars tied around his skirt
Sings away the filthy Beast
Bathed in the light of East
With a fiery yelling slope
Right then he sang: “I give hope.”
Golden wings upon his back.
My deal is rendered futile
From my present crocodile.
Come another chilling morrow
I will seek a new tomorrow
Past the bridge and midst of branches
Where tangles a wrinkly road
Rage about my gold grows hot
Which I withdrew from the slots
This strange body, livid, frail
Chisels open this whole pail
Living dead man lets out shrieks
Mercy is what this one seeks
We vomited from the bridges
Till at twilight what we knew
Was a perfect scenic view
One whole city at our palms.
Belgrade cracks before our eyes
Statue-shadowed, it’s alight
Eternal is this vignette
Of a fiery townsman’stête
Under Victor’s statuette.
Our deal, though, is most worthwhile
Ro co do co cro co file
Gentle mom frightens her child
With a carcass most reviled
They rend those who cannot swim
New age jumpers, wretches dim
Slime and lees the water sweeps
One life, joyless, Death doth reap
In the slimy croc-filled dip
The beast took my blood’s turbid sip
One black freckle graced my leg
Their three lids are snow-filled kegs
Two icicles slipped mid-stream
From agape, cold Nile, it seemed
Wherein formed an iceberg vast
Empty trash can, of crocs past
Wicked that have fled erstwhile
No more delta formed by Nile
All its force now in exile
Emigrants on nightly mission
Clatter on with sharp dentitions
And their bodies slither slow
Pays up, then comes to me quick
To get my whole body licked
There’s no flight, no submarines
Nemo quisquam captain-like
Nor a sailor, one whose looks
Dwell in Jules Verne’s famous book
Nor hope in the light of day
Which mid-hearts doth lives and stays
While we were so full, nubile
Prior to the crocodiles…
Prior to the crocodiles…
Cap’tayneNemo, come to us
Up close comes the Nautilus
Maybe there is hope, I chime
To engender a new rhyme
And while beasts all roar and flail
Let’s elope towards a new tale
Do come closer, do come closer
Worry not, worry not
You are but a child, you are
Squeal and weep and spew some snot
Even though a child you’re not
Trudge, step all over the valley
For your shepherd follows by
Should I try and throw the die?
But, that number falsify
For the croc doubts aught and low
Taken by his mighty stench
That the killer up and went
Boat amid the night blood fled
With it filled the riverbed
And exchanged the Euric lead
Guate’s cute asylum spiel
Now I must break our deal
Cro co do co lo do reel
(Cò?)
Do co cro co ro do KILL!
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