Gator in the Gutter

Are There Alligators in the Sewers Under the City?

Linda Ann Nickerson
Chomp! Chomp! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm gonna eat your butt for lunch.
They flushed me small, but if I scrunch,
I still can bite you, Honeybunch.

They brought me home upon a lark,
A tiny creature from The Ark.
I'm loitering here in the dark,
About two blocks from Central Park.

Chomp! Chomp! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm gonna eat your butt for lunch.
They flushed me small, but if I scrunch,
I still can bite you, Honeybunch.

At first, they put me in the bath,
But soon, my scaly aftermath
Left fur and feathers in my path,
Incurring my new family's wrath.

Chomp! Chomp! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm gonna eat your butt for lunch.
They flushed me small, but if I scrunch,
I still can bite you, Honeybunch.

Each day I grew, until my tail
Could drag behind and leave a trail
And snare the pooch, who was quite frail.
I gobbled him without a wail.

Chomp! Chomp! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm gonna eat your butt for lunch.
They flushed me small, but if I scrunch,
I still can bite you, Honeybunch.

And so they sent me down the pipe
With nasty refuse, overripe,
To dwell with rats of every stripe
And foods that simply aren't my type.

Chomp! Chomp! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm gonna eat your butt for lunch.
They flushed me small, but if I scrunch,
I still can bite you, Honeybunch.

Published by Linda Ann Nickerson - Featured Contributor in Lifestyle and Sports

Linda Ann Nickerson brings decades of reporting and a globally minded Midwestern perspective to a host of topics, balancing human interest with history, hard facts and often humor.  View profile

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  • Sheri Fresonke Harper11/14/2009

    lol, fun poem :)

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