"CROCODILE TEARS" Did You Know (True.)

Hi Julie, you've got this as a story and not a poem. I liked this julie, i would suggest maybe splitting it into two poems, Part 1 and Part 2. Perhaps finish part one after the stanza "It cries crocodile tears Not sure if true! When! There is so much one can do." Start part 2 like this: "A water drought He lays there lifeless! Are we like that! In the sun get burn't up Put our sun- cream and glasses on and lay for hours maybe it should wear to Do watch the sun It will frizzle you like A sausage too!" Then the rest. It is entirely up to you of course, i hope you don't mind the suggestion. David xx :--)

Can it hibernate like this during a drought? The crocodile I mean. Doubt it. I know frogs (other amphibians?) can and some fish- barber definitely. Deeply buried in the mud ‘till it rains again. (You can't tell me anything about crocodile tears). cheers julie!

Hi Julie, Don't worry about hitting wrong key, I suspect we've all done it (I know I have). I suspect some folks may concentrate on poems more than stories so i didn't want anybody to miss this one. If its any good to you both me and the wife forgot about the clocks going forward, just as well we didn't have to be anywhere at a set time. David xx :--)

'Until rain and water comes one big green eye will rotate and the scales on his back each one opens! like ventilators and little mirrors as the crocodiles blood flows and air comes in Quivers! and shivers! till the peep of the sun as it get's warmer' - love these lines, Julie! The poem reminds me of a visit to a zoo in Australia when I went a few years ago and there was one huge crocodile basking in the sun! Well done on this one,much enjoyed ;) Magic xxx

Hi there, Julie. Sorry you are having a bad week. A good poem, this one, but I have to say that I agree with David about splitting it in two. It would work well if you split it where he suggests. "I fell asleep on the beach when young Looked like A red tomato!" I could identify very much with these lines. I did that once...and I was on my honeymoon and not only that, but my new husband did too! It was on our first day in the Isle of Wight. Not the smartest thing to do on one's honeymoon...but we made up for lost time when we got home;-) Tina xx

Strangely enough, Julie, ours was a B & B too...in Shanklin, called Rylstone House. Small world, isn't it? And they were more than crocodile tears we shed that honeymoon;-) Tina xx

Hi Julie, I really apologise if I'm confusing things for you, I envisaged two seperate poems, sort of like this: CROCODILE TEARS - PART 1 A water drought He lays there lifeless! It's eyes are closed you would think in a doze Elongated body absolutely still Until rain and water comes one big green eye will rotate and the scales on his back each one opens! like ventilators and little mirrors as the crocodiles blood flows and air comes in Quivers! and shivers! till the peep of the sun as it get's warmer He gradually begins to alter His strength had gone and energy too Suddenly! The little legs one by one Like a sloth! will move A heavy body learning to breathe It is so thankful! For the water and rain Sun and moon I have cried! so many crocodile tears in my life! It states in dictionary when it devours Its' victims to allure them Sheds crocodile tears And the children have no water! In countries to drink! and sanitation that is very sad to It cries crocodile tears Not sure if true! When! There is so much one can do." CROCODILE TEARS - PART 2 A water drought He lays there lifeless! Are we like that! In the sun get burn't up Put our sun- cream and glasses on and lay for hours maybe it should wear to Do watch the sun It will frizzle you like A sausage too I fell asleep on the beach when young Looked like A red tomato!" Luckily a friend took me home and my brother's and sister to Taken home by car Do we ever learn! The bed sheets could hardly bare Now we know what a Crocodile goes through Just a little bit of the sun is good A fair skin burns quickly One can not master the sea never go out to deep! The lungs are for breathing and the bodies to move.

Hey Julie, sorry I'm late commenting. I really enjoyed your poem, especially these lines; "A heavy body learning to breathe It is so thankful! For the water and rain Sun and moon I have cried! so many crocodile tears in my life! It states in dictionary when it devours Its' victims to allure them Sheds crocodile tears" And fortunately for me I rarely burn, I just tan in the sun :-) Beeme xx

I just stay in the shade

Hi Julie, it is a wonderful compliment that you allowed me to discuss these ideas with you. You keep on writing from the mind, and the heart, you're stuff is always a breth of fresh air. Yours in awe, David xx

Hi Julie, Really, really like this! Your poems are always so refreshing. Going to read more now, just never seem to have enough time to read as much as I want to! Rachel xx

How on earth did you manage to get sunburnt like that? I thought you live in the vicinity of the North-Pole?

Yeah it's great news for Tony, Julie. The arrival of a new baby just in time for spring is such a blessing for them :) I'm loving the start of the new season; I've got two sunflowers starting to grow on the kitchen window ledge that my children brought home from shool, and daffodils in an empty bottle on there too, I love it :) Have a good weekend too, Happy Easter, Rachel xx