The Crocodile

A young man from Montreal,
liked to play with his basketball.
He'd dribbled along the banks of the Nile
and lost himself in a crocodile.
Now the only thing to see
is that ball 
wedged in a tree
and a smile
on the crocodile.

  Oh my, it has been a crazy day.  My sister just telephoned and said, "Do you know you haven't posted a poem for today?"
   I didn't know, until she reminded me.  So then I sat down to write, and of course, I came up blank.  I opened my rhyming dictionary and started to write a limerick, but this ended up as a rhyming couplets instead.  I apologize, this is what you get for today.  
  I've included two geographical locations in my poem.  Can you write a poem that includes the name of your home town?  Have fun writing.  See you tomorrow.