A drunk man has been bitten on the leg after trying to ride a five-metre saltwater croc named Fatso.
The man, who had earlier been turfed out of a Broome tavern for being drunk, told police he climbed into Fatso’s enclosure at a local crocodile park because he wanted to give him a pat.
“He made his way into the crocodile park and then climbed into the compound with a large, male five-metre saltwater croc named Fatso,” Sergeant Roger Haynes said.
“He has attempted to sit on its back and the croc has taken offence to that and has spun around and bit him on the right leg.
“For an unknown reason, the crocodile has let him go and he’s managed to scale the fence and exit the park.”
He made his way back to the nearby tavern to get help.
He aint no Steve Irwin.
Drunk Man vs Crock
But what is the danger here?
Beer, no sense, or Crock?
Ah the devil drink in action.
If only the government could save this man from himself!!???
Perhaps some state religion? (AA)
I can only assume it was a good good thing Fatso is well fed.
Booze doesn’t do much for the little gray cells which is why I avoid the stuff. I can do myself all the damage I wish stone cold sober.
Slow summer night,
Fatso the Croc moves slow.
Mouth snaps fast.
Drunk summer night,
Fatso the Croc snaps fast.
Slow man too drunk.
Not one photo of the man in the media, name not given. No interviews with any body who saw it happen. The owener of the park has been giving interviews, nothing like free publicity.
This whole story stinks & right in the middle of “Dry July”.
Ignorant some are.
Too slow or drunk to google.
Haiku mystery.
So predictable, Bobo. I thought about adding a preempt to your elementary-school 5-7-5 notion of Haiku formalism. Keep Googlin’ ole boy, you are still student! =)
Ha, Says the Master.
Always the student, learning.
Even numbers – No.
Bobbo the Poet.
Don’t give up your day job, mate.
For some, the flow stalls.
No expertise here.
But, why not try something new?
Life is but to try.
Forgive my poetry failure.
I just want to say: give Fatso a second chance!
(PS: Why is there no verb for writing poetry? I wanted to say: Forgive my failure to po.)
Poor Fatso is 80 years old. I’m sure he had quite a fright. The guy said he was trying to pat the croc.
P.S. The I think the pic. is an alligator.
#11 Animby
Don’t worry about Fatso, nothing will happen to him (except gaining billabong cred.)
Animby, smart enough
Just too tired to play game.
Yes, why not to po?
[Fail! 6-6-5 – ed.]
Croc didn’t like pickles.
life is but to try
admirable sentiment
riding crocs aside
Training for the Darwin Award
I feel a slight rebuke from Bobbo. Okay, but I don’t do haiku. Allow me to po:
Old drunken Pete just needed some sleep when they swept him out of the Broome.
He needed to pee so he stopped to see Ole Fatso in the gloome.
His manhood he shook just before he took a tour around the pen.
But in his fog there was only a log where Fatso ought to have been.
So he climbed the rail and stepped on a tail that shouldn’t have been there at all!
Til he saw the smile on that fat crocodile and knew he’d be taking a fall.
So, he jumped on it’s back just to give him a pat and try to calm him down.
But Fatso was pissed and loudly hissed and gave old Pete a frown.
By a twist of fate Pete skipped being ate and jumped back over the wall.
He couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk and didn’t feel well at all.
So back to the tavern, hoping they’d have ‘im in for a drink from the keg
But when he crawled up they exclaimed “You’re cut off” and then they noticed his leg.
His pants were soakin’ in blood from broken bones that pierced the meat.
Excuse me, I’m sorry but that’s the story of Oz’s Ole Peg Leg Pete.
And Fatso? you say? Well he’s still there today though they’ve raised the fence again.
But people are cautious, and a little bit nauseous when they see Ole Fatso’s grin.
[Excellent! – ed.]
All in a good days drinking. Cheers
If this was in the United States, the drunk would be suing both the pub and the croc owner. He is very lucky he is alive.
Animby writes well,
Surprising syncopation.
A Second Career?
Bobbo: are you accusing me of being a communist syncopater?
Communist? Maybe.
Your oath requires treating all
Sounds commie to me.
Hmmm.
My oath may be supplanted by Mr Obama’s health care program.
It’s quite possible I may not have to treat anyone at all!!!