"sssss" of 200 Snakes
Two hundred snakes
all lying in the grass.
And it came to pass
that they survived the rakes
and all devouring threats,
all bad enjambing rhymes like "Tac-
itus". No brake-less bus
ran off the road, and over backs
of slithering, well shaped forms.
Two hundred is an army.
Although an armless army,
although a harmless, armless army,
although a very far from charmless,
harmless, armless army.
If you have any comments on this poem, Seth Crook would
be pleased to hear from you.