The Fake Snake Poem by James Metcalfe
The Fake Snake
It was green, it was shiny, it was long.
What was it? Something was wrong.
Laying still in the sun, it gently hissed
From its yellow head came a fine mist.
Poisonous spit? Venomous tears?
This green demon giver of fears,
But no! I won't give into this dread,
A true warrior will make sure it is dead!
With heroic courage I grabbed it's tail
this deadly dangerous deed could not fail
SMASH SMASH then I froze!
It wasn't a snake it was my garden hose.
Well articulated and nicely brought forth. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing James.
a good twist to a daunting situation. well done James
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/21/2024 12:45:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! You caught me by surprise and I take pride in that not happening to me very often at all! You get a 10+ for that adroitly handled piece!