Where mighty lion loudly roars,
Where tsetse fly is flying,
Where zebra runs, a striped horse,
A little croc is crying.
He’s lying in the golden sand
And thinking: what the f.ck!
So many people come around
And everyone is black.
He wants to try white tourists.
Not racist or religious,
His dream is clean and purest,
He’s heard that they’re delicious.
His grandma told him yesterday
This legend, strange and old,
And now, he wishes he could play
The things he had been told.
Don’t judge his eccentric style,
Just raise your ass and fight
For the best food for the crocodile,
He’s worthy, he has right.
We all can do things magical.
A righteous man, a sinner,
I beg you come to Africa,
So the croc could have his dinner.
I hope, you’ll find an easy road
To the croc from anywhere.
He likes the tourists from abroad,
He’s waiting for you there.
A Little Crocodile
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2020
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That`s why little children are not allowed to walk in Africa! The poem is great!
Елена Вологодская 04.06.2020 18:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Елена Вологодская 04.06.2020 18:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks for commenting and thanks for your kind words!
Павел Самарин 05.06.2020 18:01 Заявить о нарушении
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