David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Sunday, 30 August 2009

Poem of the Week

The Snake

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
What you would give to have legs like me.

You slither and slide along the deck,
You'd love to see further with a long stout neck.

"Hiss" is your call it warns of your presence
You don't really care whether you scare or deter.

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
If you'd not tempted Eve just think where you might now be !

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