I did in my garden see a Snake.
Curled calmly around the gardener's rake.
Knowing that my dear life was at stake,
I beckoned in fright to my son Jake.
"Get the matchbox and fuel for God's sake.
Burn him or precious lives he might take.
Recall the curse that came in the wake
of man's sin for which God did forsake
him in a world he couldn't retake."
But swiftly the Snake made for the lake.
You put the fear of God in that snake! Seriously, snakes are very beneficial to the environment and mostly want to go about their business of eating vermin like small rodents and bugs. Of course, if the snake is poisonous or a very large constrictor, it is probably best to remove it from the neighborhood of people rather than killing it. If you have to kill a snake, just cut off its head with mercy. I would not burn a snake because it will suffer like a human being burned.
I love the humor in your poem though, well panned.
What would you do if your friend copped off with the man you loved? Wouldn't it break your heart? Abbie is heartbroken when Richard prefers her lovely French pen friend Colette over her.
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I love the humor in your poem though, well panned.
Ron