The "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.

Seth Crook

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