Oh Alligator, My Alligator!
Captain of the Canal!
Thou art the Sun’s retort to Darwin...

Your skin as though a leather not from boots
The teeth that protrude your jawbone
Quite the menacing image shone

Every last feathered-friend Swampside
Keenly aware
You are NOT TO BE DISTURBED

For the gentle breeze starts and departs
The mourning dusk at the marsh
Couldn’t be accused harsh
When one considers
Hunger

Beneath the palmetto
Perpendicular, not parallel, to the man’s grove
The tropical storm anticipates
Patiently

Sun screens that chalk the snow bird
Laugh a blistering hue
For you and only you
Can terrify them away

Floor top the balmy lake
Copperhead rattling snakes
Make your eager belly ache
The satiating tectonic plate
Slide algae towards an earthquake
It’s only but for you

Seamlessly, your fear-inducing cranium lifts the murky waters northward
With Abiaka callously chanting Tyler's Presidential Sin
The Beast shall survive the men

Mr Reptile,
Please Remember
Even in November
Don’t wrestle the tourists

Oh Alligator, My Alligator!
Mortgage the land to us
Again