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Fighting the crocodiles ( a very silly poem)

In days of old, when men were bold and ventured down the Nile
Twas often said, they left their bed and crocodiles would smile
Each lady fair, just lying there, stark naked and quite prone
Each knee a child, her eyes quite wild, not even a mobile phone
 
Midst prickly pear, our man is there, fighting the awesome beast
One man he fell, down bank to hell(!!) he’ll make a good croc feast
Breasts all a dangle, dangerous angle, the lady wibble wobble
Hoping diversions, eye aversions, may help the croc to nobble
 
The crocodile has crept onshore to have his wicked way
The lady fair, all soft and bare has softly knelt to pray
Her man all brave, will hide in cave until it’s eyes glow red
Then without fear, he’ll  use his spear and kill the creature DEAD!!
 
But nowadays, we’ve changed our ways, conservation is key
We stand on shore with camera for, we photo what we see
Now, lady fair, just lying there stark naked and quite prone
Has to smile, beside the Nile, as crocodiles do roam
 
But ladies fair, all soft and bare, suprisingly don’t mind
Perhaps the croc, gets quite a shock at seeing a bare behind
So as crocs chomp and ladies romp, the cameras whirr away
And croc and lady, ‘neath banks shady, see another day