A cold crooked copper from Capricorn Coast
Cooked up a crocodile to spread on his toast.
A quite non-colloquial creature was he.
Complex of character, built like a tree.
He sat by his fire and he drank of his beer.
He munched on his lunch then he felt somewhat queer.
A sharp sting he sensed on his fattened behind.
A queasy sensation did follow in kind.
He looked to his left and he saw, in the grass,
A slithering serpent with eyes like red glass.
The creature’s revenge felt sweet to the core,
And the cold crooked cop cooked crocodiles no more.
Cooked up a crocodile to spread on his toast.
A quite non-colloquial creature was he.
Complex of character, built like a tree.
He sat by his fire and he drank of his beer.
He munched on his lunch then he felt somewhat queer.
A sharp sting he sensed on his fattened behind.
A queasy sensation did follow in kind.
He looked to his left and he saw, in the grass,
A slithering serpent with eyes like red glass.
The creature’s revenge felt sweet to the core,
And the cold crooked cop cooked crocodiles no more.
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