Crocodiles!

Crocodile, either Nile or salt water.
No matter what, we'll see you after while.
Perhaps it is on the beach we'll find you,
Or lying out in the sun, white teeth gleaming
In an unholy wholly carnivorous grin.
A sign in bold letters- Do not feed the crocodiles!

A manly sport, wrestling crocodiles.
But only on turf, never in the water
Else man vanishes in a flash and a grin
Dazed spectators looking on all the while,
Wondering if it was just a trick of the light, gleaming
In their eyes. We'll miss you.

There would be a bit in the local news about you,
Something sensational- "Man attacked by Crocodiles!"
Dramatically intoned by the reporter, grimace gleaming.
The backdrop would inevitably be croc infested water
Nervous boom operators flinch, while
At their unease, the professional handlers grin.

So don't give that sign your mischievous grin.
I have no desire to watch crocs picking pieces of you
From their teeth, having after dinner mints, while
They splash about contentedly. Crocodiles
Napping, after their fine entree of you, in the water,
Ignoring the cop and press cars gleaming.

After the flashing lights and gleaming
Windshields have cleared, oooh no- you won't grin
As patrol boats dredge the water
Looking for any remnants of you-
A watch, a hat- and all they find are Crocodiles
They know it's a vain search all the while.

Consequently, after just a little while
They will give up, thwarted by gleaming
Waters and even more Crocodiles
And a worker will say to another, with a grin
"Well, I'm 'bout ready for lunch. You?"
And they'll leave, after posting another sign by the water.

While I say this, in amusement, you grin-
Your eyes gleaming. But I rather like you,
So please leave the crocodiles in the water.