Parrying? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A baby snake stopped
at the pedestrian crossing
The limousine to pass ahead?
Then the old chauffeur questioned; 'Why? '
Reptile replied in the childish voice;
'If I crushed there's no way to attend school
and learn moral,
I heard that you have venom
in your luxurious saloon car? '

[It's the little things we do and say
That mean so much as we go our way.
A kindly deed can lift a load
From weary shoulders on the road.]
-Willa Hoey

nimal dunuhinga