Dead Snake Poem

Come over here quick
and look at this dead snake.
I don’t think it’s venomous,
but I’ve forgotten that vertebrate tree chart
from junior high and all of its twigs.
Don’t take any pictures.
Let’s see if he has any zootoxins
under his icky palate,
like a plastic sarcophagus
shown to elementary school kids in fear.
Look at these mole hills.
The golf course messed up its irrigation
and made a waterbed out of the practice green.
You need to get a picture of this;
it could be on Reddit easily.
I’m your French girl in steerage,
pocket watches and Model Ts all over the place.

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