Ode To Pantherophis Alleganiensis Poem by grace mariner

A sneaky snake snuck sneakily in,
moving without a sound.
His skin was sleek with some stripedy stripes,
his belly big and round.
He tried to hide but alas his crawl and slither
quickly noted,
he could not stay, we all would say,
and outside must be demoted.
But being a snake, with slithering stealth,
he managed to slip away.
And all that saw him hoped that he outside
would go to stay.
Is he here? Is he there?
We heard the people cry.
Or in corner, closet or bed does
Mr. Snake still lie?
And so all manners of folks were called
but no assistance given.
It seems his effort to survive
o'er came his right to livin'.
So traps are set and vigils kept
to find the slithering fiend.
To take his life for crimes unknown,
for merely being seen.
The moral, if there is one,
is simple but so true.
Some critters don't belong inside
but they probably never knew.
So I wish for you, my slippery friend,
that outside you did return.
For other than that, your days are done
because you never learned.
Grace Mariner