6 June 2012
Commuter Crocodiles have come,
But there was no warning drum,
I was just sitting at Waterloo,
Waiting for my cuppa to brew,
When he swaggered across the platform,
Umbrella under one arm, still wet from the outside storm,
And a briefcase in the other,
He wasn't alone, either,
For soon enough came another,
Thick scaly crocodiles in suits,
Some even had on designer boots!
I'm sure they were all in cahoots,
For as soon as the doors closed on the tube,
They turned on the group of non-reptilians,
And demanded our petty millions!
Commuter Crocodiles • Opuss № I