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
The Inkwell 