A blatant reference to Lewis Carrol's famous nonsense poem! But something silly yet a homage seemed appropriate! And following it, a little bit of fun in a short poem about Medusa.
Crocs and Daisies
Crocs on the grass, but is that right?
Shouldn’t they have teeth to bite?
How doth the little crocodile, they say
Neatly spreads his claws, in hunt for prey
Then what about the daisies? But
When gently smiling jaws snap shut,
After a grin so nice and full of cheer,
It’s pushing up the daisies, dear!
Medusa
On meeting Medusa face to face
Seeing her snake-like writhing hair
I thought, dear me, so little grace
So she fixed me with a stony stare
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