Poetry for a Snake and a huge mutant Sea Serpent.

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A snake ate the Sister of the Son

The Second Son a Scared old Sailor

Who had worked hard in the past

As a whaler on a whaling boat

Surely, one of the very last

It then ate a Salad, and had a cup of tea

Slithering, Slipping and Sliding gracefully

And whispered Silently at what it did see

And promptly ate the Sailors Servant

A Soldier, a Slave and a Secular man

Who Screamed O no go away

Please do not eat me

But Shouting at a Snake is rather futile

It would be so much better just to flee

Then the  Snake  Smiled

And regurgitated various decomposing human parts

Which it gazed upon with interest

As it included  Several  Still moist pumping hearts

When what Should turn up

But a huge mutant Sea Serpent

As mutant Sea Serpents are inclined to do

Which promptly ate the Snake

Ate the human bits

And then ate me and you

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THE END