by Jobie Weetaluktuk

Created on: October 28, 2009

How sweetly you express your intentions you crocodile,
With that grin that intents to sample once again Captain Cook.
The parrots do not know of your sardonic intent,
Even if they did, they squawk of a sway of the canopy,

Khan samples the air and knows of your intentions,
Yet he sits tempted by the promise of the drama,
Your smile is perverted by the lust of your hearts desire,
The glint is your eye, betrays your twisted nature,

A lady smiles from an era, though we know why,
She is known as Mona, the enigma,
Her smile has been studied by science and the arts,
Yet she sits there, giving it all away and yet we ask why,

I've seen you smile in that manner of intrigue,
Yet as a dog, I've been loyal but without insight.

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