The SnakeA Poem by BrooklynCreeping, silent Stealthy, still Going in For the kill Lofty, crafty The tricky snake Slithers toward Its unsuspecting prey Dangerous, unruly Wild, uncontrolled It will do anything To reach its goal Two-faced, cunning Loathsome, sly Will not let this opportunity Pass it by Wicked, greedy Impulsive, rash The serpent snatches its victim Its target takes a last breath But the snake doesn’t know That the mouthful Is its downfall It chokes on its greed Its own recklessness its demise What the snake failed to see Was the poison red hide © 2012 BrooklynReviews
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Added on April 25, 2012Last Updated on April 25, 2012 AuthorBrooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
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