Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Floating Down the River Styx

The submerged crocodile
Goes south for the winter
It's tail gently swaying
It's mouth open wide
Jaws snapping.
The tail is a line
The teeth a hook
So that safety lies
Where danger looms
And danger lies
In the bosom of safety
Take comfort that
Whatever decision made
While swimming with a crocodile
It's the wrong decision.