The Adder Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Adder
If snapped by a snapper
The adder gets madder
The adder gets badder
If poked with a dagger
There's nothing that's sadder
Than a weak-bladdered adder
An adder's more dapper
Than an Art Nouveau flapper
As war-like's a sapper
An excellent scrapper
No adder would flatter
It hasn't the patter
When prodded the adder's
As mad's the mad hatter
The adder grows gladder
At mouse on a platter
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