...
Mr. Crêpekin,
the princekin,
bayou-born and bred,
once found himself a pet —
a century back, give or take.
Meant just to play
with her funny alligator pumps, not to bed...
Except,
couldn't quite handle that
bayou milkshake.
The morning revealed his mistake:
the princeling's in a haystack
with a murderous headache
and a croc.
Great buskins and socks!
Not a moment later,
she insisted he make her an honest alligator;
was either that or singing soprano —
he couldn't say no.
So here we go:
decades of
abuse in the great dismal swamp,
right under everyone's nose.