The Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle
wants to stop TV subscription after a weekend
of abortive sport; cricket, rugby, Grand Prix,
Ferrari’s team - Italian melodrama gone wrong,
the Lord is in shock, switch off TV permanently
This morning the crocodile tried a new hairstyle,
asked the Lord uncharitably, what’s that, she
replied I was going for gypsy free-style, said he
you’ve achieved Medusa’s writhing snakes on your
head, Crocodile Kids concurring with this verdict
Crocodile not finding belt to hold up too big jeans,
a Monday as blue as can be, a crocodile facing a
week of trouble with snakes all alive on her head…
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