The Snake


                        


"Where is it?" I asked,
Confused and afraid.
Jamie's pet snake had gone missing.

Under the table,
Behind a chair,
Jamie's snake wasn't found anywhere.

"Where could it be?"
I asked nervously.
"Yeah, what if it's deadly?"

"Na course not."
Was Jamie's reply.
"She wouldn't hurt a fly."

"So if she's not deadly
And extremely friendly
Why's she coiling 'round me?"

"That means she likes ya.
That means she loves ya.
As I said she won't hurt a fly."

Five minutes later
And she snapped like a gator
As she swallowed a huge black fly.

By: Emily (Age 11)


                        


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