Over the years I developed fears Of a certain snake Who likes to make Our garage the place Of discreet efface, Shedding its skin Bursting out from within, Leaving its legacy To haunt and menace me; What could go wrong With a snake five feet long? Might it someday roam Right into my home... Through narrowest stricture... You get the picture? So today, I chanced To look up - yes I glanced At the spot where I found The snake-skins abound. And, you guessed it, Behold! The actual live snake of old! Come once again To grow out of its skin; An unwelcome guest And the scariest pest. What should I do? If only I knew! This thing looked satanic - I decided to panic. Grabbing a broomstick, Like a lunatic, I whacked at the thing Hoping to bring It down. What a clown! Do you think it was bothered? Was it scared being clobbered? It was probably sneering At my useless spearing. Moving rather slowly It disappeared wholly Into the insulation To enjoy its vacation. So now I am tense; Have I no sense? Even more now I'm dreading The annual shedding Of the long black snake Who may avenge my mistake. How long do snakes live? Do they ever forgive?
I have been wanting to exercise my imagination, so this year I am trying to write a poem every day, as well as pursue some occasional painting, sewing and writing. By March I was doing well to write a poem every week, but I'm still trying. It's a good challenge.
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