3 Poems About Crocodile Heaven

Crocodile Heaven 1

In Crocodile Heaven,
A river runs wide,
With heaven-size swamps
On either side.
A dark, muddy river
That’s cool to the touch,
And perfect for swimming
And lurking and such.

The banks of this river
Are thick with tall grass,
Where crocs can lie hidden
From lad and from lass,
Who go to the river
But don’t come back:
The poor little things
Become crocodile snacks.

When they get bored
Crocs slip in the swamp,
A place where they’re free
To wriggle and romp,
And eat all the children
That they please,
Then rest beneath
The mangrove trees.

Crocodile Heaven
Sounds like such fun,
I almost wish
That I was one.

Crocodile Heaven 2

All crocs weep
With tears of joy,
When they eat a
A little boy.

It also gives them
Quite a thrill,
When it’s a little girl
They kill.

Crocodile Heaven 3

Crocodile Heaven ain’t like folks say,
It’s not all swamps and bloody streams.
Up here the hunger’s gone away,
So crocs are free to live their dreams.

It’s classy here, and everyone dresses
In three-piece suits and two-tone shoes,
So every crocodile impresses
When he struts down the avenues.

We all have jobs in offices, too,
Where we make calls and send out faxes,
Then head down to the meeting room
To help our clients with their taxes.

Later when the meeting’s done,
We eat our clients just for fun.

The first three Crocodile Heaven poems.