My Crocodile boots

One day at my favourite haunt,

I met a guy wearing boots he did flaunt,

Crocodile boots these were,

Jealous of them I asked if he was sure,

Confirmed he did say, I shot him myself,

I now wear his boots itself,

Off I went to purchase a rifle,

To get me a crocodile how delightful,

To wear his boots to show off,

To every person and scoff,

On my hunting trip I went,

In my truck over our local border I was sent,

By the river I was lay,

Awaiting night and day,

For my moment to get me a crocodile,

In the bushes, camouflaged in style,

 Finally my croc appeared,

I cocked my rifle and quietly cheered,

I fired and breathed a sigh of relief,

Off I ran to collect my victim like a thief,

I turned him over and to my dismay,

No crocodile boots were worn by my prey.