How are we to sleep
with this croc in our bed?
Who will protect whom?
Your meaty limbs surely
more appealing morsel;
assert your masculinity
will you dear? I’ll just
curl up in the corner –
pretend I hadn’t noticed.
Oh but what if he’s hungry,
and takes a bite out of
your leg, making a mess
and I’ll have to clean up and care
for you? That’s not acceptable!
I’ll just hoist this critter out
of here, put him in the hall
shut the door – crocodiles
can’t turn knobs can they?
But oh, what about the kids,
do you think he’ll find them?
How are they to sleep with
a crocodile in their beds?
And what kind of legacy
is that to leave the children?
One Woman's Quest 