See Her Later, Alligator. Poem by Michael Gale

There was an alligator...
That met a girl, and ate 'er.

He had such fun...
To eat and run.

And-Now since he met her...
Of she, he'd eaten, and thusly,
He would not have to date her,
but just leave her.

This old 'gator was oh so full...
He had his dinner, without utensils, or a bowl.

He ate her up and spit out her rings...
Nothing else was left, not objectionable things.

He chewed her once, and even twice...
She tasted better than Gumbo's rice.