To my best mate Podge this morning’s bedroom
tussle with a small yellow-belly tree snake made
eminent sense, he isn’t too pally with elapids so
in grabbing and giving it a good shake, he says
hey you’re not supposed to be inside the house
let alone a bedroom; & naturally, we’re shocked
into action, a brief foray with mop & rake and th’
beast’s off into wilderness whence he came
It seemed a tiny tree snake we’d seen glissading
behind the lounge TV on a previous evening had
grown overnight into a three foot felony - maybe
something to do with our TV program selections,
who can say, but he’d taken th’ indiscretion as a
way of making his theme an inelegant egress
© 13 September 2016, I. D. Carswell
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