'Crocodile Appetite (Rev.) 04/11/09 Poem by Margaret Alice

'Crocodile Appetite (Rev.) 04/11/09



Alice twirled a few times, demurely
sat on a toadstool assigned for her
use, wondered what to drink or eat
to halt the spray cascading in her head

conscious of an ice-cream for breakfast
guilt topped up with coffee and a hot-dog
probably caused the volcano in her mind
short circuiting her brain; she groped for
a switch to change the radio’s mental
static cruelly swishing

Became a crocodile, immobile in the
arctic cold where Shere Khan fixed
the beast with a charming smile - you
changed into a saurian, my dear, what a
delightful way to end, I shall tear you limb
from limb in impressive mammalian style
proving crocodiles have no right to survive
radiation that killed the dinosaurs

Shere Khan set Alice’s reptile mind alight
her languid jaw opened by its own volition
hissed - I’ll have you know dinosaurs were
killed one and all by maize-induced pellagra
and a shamed sense of fashion, if only they
had learnt to imbibe alcohol topped with
chocolate, they would still be here!

Indeed, my sweet, Shere Khan trilled, how
can you be so sure? My crocodilian clan was
there at the time to see errors of our ways
changed from giants into trunks on legs
and we are better than mammalians!

Shere Khan stoppered his ears against this
sacrilege, made ready to tear Alice apart
Angels of Mons descended in a thrice and
mightily smote him saying – we’re summoned
by Mighty Oats from Carpe Jugulum to save
you from Jungle Book, what are you doing here?

I ate and drank magic potions in Wonderland
that turned me into a crocodile, then I fell into a
Dark Hole and exited in this universe, but I would
rather be in Indra’s heaven to see his holographic
pearls due to my insatiable crocodile appetite
for all things wild and wonderful…

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