We chased a snake
with a twelve inch stake
half way between two trees

and pinned him there
with an icy stare
and four profanities.

We all held hands
and danced in the stands
of sycamore and pine

while the snake slipped away
and our beards, long and grey,
began to intertwine.

Les Wolf

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