Thibodeaux the Guide Gator
Thibodeaux the Guide Gator
Minding my own business as I browsed through the Cafe
I noticed a bit of commotion was happening today.
I made my way closer to get a better look,
Almost snapped my neck with the double take I took!
There sat Thibodeaux, my gator, giving an interview!
Just like he was human, you know-like me and you!
'Ya'll pronounce my name like 'Tib-a-dough'
Dat's jus' in case ya'll don' know.
Let me tell ya'll 'bout my life..
Gotta a few lil gators an' a purty gator wife.
Her name be Clotilde an' she be so sweet
'Cept when she don' get enough to eat.
Mais, ya'll wants ta know 'bout the work I do?
Got me a good job, I tell ya'll true!
I be the 'guide gator' for Myrna D.
Ya'll know how misdirectional she can be!'
Misdirectional? Me? How dare his leathery hide!
My 'misguided gator' was being rather snide.
'Thibodeaux,' I said, 'you have some explaining to do.
My Starlite friends, part of what he's said is true;
He is my 'guide gator' and this I admit,
But there is a very good reason for it.
You see, Thibodeaux here needed a toothpick;
He thought my white cane would do the trick.
About that time, Clotilde let out a gator holler
And that white cane he politely swallowed.
That's how he became my 'gator guide'
I am NOT 'misdirectional' as he's implied.
But for now, I'm taking Thibodeaux home
Before 'sweet purty' Clotilde finds him gone.
She wears the scales in the family, you know,
So we really do have to go.'
My mouth dropped open though as we turned to leave
What Thibodeaux said next really got me peeved!
'Ma friends, I tank ya'll for the visit and such
But the boss lady here, she seem in a rush.
Mais, ya'll I tink I better go 'fore she get lost,
She ain't been da same since she play dat 'halo toss.'
It may be awhile before I pen another verse...
How long DOES it take to make an alligator purse?
© 2008
By Myrna D.
© 2008 Myrna D.
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