A piece from #writeclub from inky

I don’t think I would eat Crocodile

It wouldn’t make me happy

I’d see myself by a riverside bayou

and ask for it to be served snappy

And despite being grilled by a top chef

and served up like a great hunk of meat

there’s something that would stop me dead in my tracks

completing this particular feat

It’s not the idea of the texture

or picking out bones or of teeth

but what the Crocodile had for HIS Dinner

before being served with a plate full of greens underneath