a purple girl was sitting on a bench
perusing a red book - "introductory french"
a green panhandler approached with humble mien
she sent him away without a yellow bean
an orange dog approached the damsel next
but she chose not to look up from her text
a gray policeman with a black mustache
reminded her to pick up all loose trash
a pale blue sky of uncontested drear
o'erlooked the scene - unchanged from previous years
behind the bench - but not too far beyond
a shadow stirred beneath a frozen pond
the silver surface of the ice was pierced
suddenly by a crocodile quite fierce
with crimson mouth he seized the studious wench -
a lavender sun shines on the empty bench
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