Baby Snake Poem by Bill Clayton

Baby Snake

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A young snake slithered up to his dad,
To ask a question that bothered the lad.

"I've often wondered what sort we are
You know - what kind of snake.
Do we wrap ourselves round people,
Till their bones begin to break?

Do we not stop, till their eyes go pop,
Or do we just scare them to death,
Do we swallow them whole
Or just grab a hold
Till we squeeze out all their breath?

Are we the sort of stripey kind
That blend in with the trees,
Or the slimey, slippy greasy lot
That brings them to their knees?

Or dad, are we them poisonous snakes
That kill with just one bite.
I've never been sure, if there's really a cure
But I've often hoped there might."

The big old snake opened up one eye,
And looked down at the youth
And wondered why,
There was a tear in his eye,
And a gap where there once was a tooth.

The sleepy dad, wondered why his lad
Looked so worried for one so young,
He soon found out when the boy shouted out
"I've gone and bit me tongue! ! "

Saturday, December 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Humour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 06 December 2014

Thanks for this, it really made my day, still laughing. What this site sometimes needs is a little more humour great write. BB

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