|image by Maria Sibylla Merian (Public Domain)|
In the heat and thick of the mangrove swamp
Katie met a man
He was a stranger ‘round these parts
and had an evil plan
He didn’t know but soon found out
To his regretful shame
Don’t mess with a girl from the mangrove swamp
Calls snakes and crocs by name
They bit him bad then drowned him good
He sank into the mud
His body feeds the mangrove trees
The roots will drink his blood.
uh yeah....not one to mess with...too many places to slip the body down in the deep of that swamp...
Katie has come to life in this cautionary tale of a poem.
"Don’t mess with a girl from the mangrove swamp
Calls snakes and crocs by name"
The roots will drink his blood!
Fabulous, strong female character. Great ending line. Fun read.
Oh well, these things happen!
Wonderful, Ms Mouse. I think I like Katie.
I had to laugh at FB's comment. My mother used to say the very same thing.
Damn! I wish that I had written this!
We need more tales from the heat and thick of the mangrove swamp !!
Yes, I want more bewitching tales from the mangrove ;D
I love this cautionary tale - and your telling of it in rhymed verse adds to the folksy feel of it.
I LOVE THIS. !
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