Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Snake - Snake Poem by Milou

Its scales reflect the evilness
Black, empty eyes do not confess
Its hiss is ironing my foot
I can’t move, I stuck, like a root

This snake that I’m describing now
Is slithering to me, and makes me frown
This time I know it, my death is near
And down my spine go goose bumps of fear

But when I look a bit closer at it
I note, it’s actually a snake of plastic

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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un saludo gonzalo tenerife