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The Crocodile Sonnets The Wedding Story The Rehearsal at The Cathedral Ms. Crocodile crossed to the opposite side of the aisle Sure that her train would soon be leaving the station Tuned to that abysmal Rock ‘n Roll drivel, he liked A simile and metaphor, usually, if carefully utilized Qualified mechanics pored over the engine which Lasted throughout the mid-twentieth century One hundred of which were without food or water Over the dam is what she kept repeating to herself And suddenly, there it was, getting very bright Blue skies and partly cloudy today with a high of Course you can’t go down there with a dog House again for saying things that get people Like yourself all tuned up for something More than what a crocodile should be worried. About The Groom’s Dinner The Toast: A few precious seconds ago a Quaternary-tined instrument probed a steaming Orb releasing from captivity into the Atmosphere botanical residues previously held Safely within its walls and thus released Said residue is making its way onto the surface- Seated there ventrally and slightly to the Northeast of where your glutei fondle the Fabric of that chair- manufactured by deft Chinese children practicing art forms established By world famous Magnates of the Manufacturing Industry and imported- of your plate You gonna eat your potato? Pass the butter and the sour cream. The Party After That (Cellularly:) (He’s getting more beer) A sinister sister looking all the world like Imelda Marcos’ long lost daughter Shoed, appropriately, in gold boots (The kind the horsey crowd wears) Showed up at the party asking if you Were anywhere to be found, as she Had a message, tucked noticeably Close to her heart, for you, but I lied And told her that I had no idea where You might be. So she’s sitting right Here on your couch and I wanna Know who (the hell) she is and who (the hell) Does she think she is wearin’ those boots? Just in case you were wondering Who exactly is in charge here. The Actual Act As for our crocodile friends back there: He could have sworn that he’d caught a variant Of the highly contagious Swine Flu of 1975 - a very good year in the Rhone Valley Forged of very good steel or you Could go with graphite shafts but many Golfers feel that they are not quite as Happy as she once was with the train Pulling on her hairpiece she had tried The case before the Supreme Court One had a very large crack through it Making it hard to predict the future Which is tough on crocodiles Laughing, or crying, not just living. To a Rose, Humbly Statistically speaking, one could argue, Ostensibly from a stochastic viewpoint, Although that would entail a fair amount Of normalization which in turn would, or Could, reduce the informative content, if Not the reductive qualities inherent in That approach, nonetheless, it is highly Likely, in fact almost certain that, that Approach would lead to a decisively Incoherent message which, when taken In context could reduce the crowd to A state of gelatinous jelly-hood not Too indifferent from the primordial Ooze from which it rose. The Honey Moon Finally, (a cheer?) the Crocodilians removed Themselves from the entertainment having Danced like Travolta, unembarrassed in their Outfits of silk, satin and alligator (boots Ridiculously under-priced for the season and The location -which is under a wrap of secrecy Tighter than - well you get the picture) So they were heading out to the station in This huge Mercedes wagon with the radio Blasting this great Dylan (he had bought the Entire anthology) tape when they were Hit by a train traveling at tremendous Velocity leaving them in parts of the Country they had not planned on visiting When they spoke with the Wonderfully helpful travel agent. The Epitaph We gather here today, filled with remorse, Potatoes and gravy, apple pie, Mom, Dad: I told you I would never lie, you know, About anything important, like more than Five or six hundred bucks, so, well, I have Something to tell you: Crocodiles Do Not Wear Boots. Exeunt all. |
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