The Nymph And The Snake Poem by Kevin Maroney

Asleep in the meadow, the nymph did sing,
In her rest, did her dreams happiness bring,
Beauty of the sunset, sublime as the dew,
All of these things rested squarely in you.

But into paradise a snake did wander,
Upon her good thoughts troubles she pondered,
It slithered and withered the plants in her grove,
Which to grow she so very strove.

Thinking, and clanking, the gears in her head,
Began to turn as her ears turned bright red,
But soon they returned to their usual shade of green,
As an idea she saw so brightly gleamed.

While most would stab the snake in the back,
And end its tormenting, dangerous rack,
She picked it up, held it by the tail,
And carefully put it into a pail.

She fed it with things from her garden,
Which to any average predator would cause its jaws to harden,
But as she was kind and soothed it to sleep,
To silence and coiled softly it did keep.

Now the serpent stops the rodents and thieves,
And all is right in the land of flowers and trees.