Snakes Feet Poem by Phil Soar

Slithering through the undergrowth, he wishes he had feet
Crawling on his belly, with the grasses underneath
He hisses his displeasure, and wants to buy some shoes
These things all irritate the snake, and he has got the blues

If only he had legs and feet, he'd get around much more
And not be getting dirty, as he slides across the floor
He blames his DNA, and now he wishes to be freed
And wonders why his father, was not a Centipede