I just grabbed a long-handled spoon.....
to scoop little pickles from a jar.
While looking at them swimming in jar's brine,
I had a thought I thought was bizarre.
Once in Georgia at a big swamp's edge,
an alligator in a ditch I taunted.
Tonight those pickles WERE alligators..... I pledge!
Well NOT really, but there was resemblance.
I imagined looking down at a pool of ‘gators,
with no heads, nor legs, nor tips of tail.
[as penguins resemble tuxedoed-waiters]
My imagination as yet does not fail !
(Feb.2013)
If they was gators and you was hexed, to be munchin' them you'd be T-rex. A good fun poem with descriptive imagery and imagination. Worth bottling! !
Nice poem. Sometimes what scared us soon become our foods. We then imagine the scare. Thanks for sharing
Ha- 'gators and waiters, great rhyme. Fun write. No, I have none about a 'gator, but I do have one about an absent bear. Try - Briar Fever - Adeline
Heh heh, I'm going to call pickles Alligators now ................................................................................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brian, It may be a surprise for you or you are quite aware of it. I found this very poem of yours at the site Pinterest.com (with a PoemHunter.com in it) as follows: //ar.pinterest.com/pin/551057704380938364/. I am happy for you.