Based on the poem, "The Crocodile's Toothache", which can be found in Shel
Silverstein's excellent poetry collection, WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS, c1974.
This one's c1997, JJ Arrow. That's me. :)email comments to JJARROWs@aol.com
Swamp Thing
Got captured by Arcane
And strapped down in a chair
And the doctor said "What a nice surprise
Now why does it hurt, and where?"
And then Alec growled, "Let me go, you uncouth
You're giving me a horrible ache in my tooth."
As he morally lectured, his mouth was wide
So the villain could almost climb right inside
He pulled out his pliers and laughed, "What fun!"
And he yanked Alec's teeth out, one by one.
Alec roared, "You'll pay for hurting me so.
Eschew the swamp's wrath, and just let me go."
With an innocent look, Arcane said, "You know
That's really a shame, for I've twelve more to go --
Oops, that's thirteen, I must confess,
But what's one tooth of yours, Holland, more or less?"
And suddenly, there was a CRASH!
A tangle of roots, a greenish flash
And the only evidence left to see
Was a giant, gnarled Florida tree
Where the doctor went one can only guess
To Jag or Xena or Key West
He left no forwarding address
But what's one Anton, more or less?