POETRY
The Pied Viper
Don’t let him under your skin
Published in
Dec 2, 2023
He poured out love like lemonade
But his candid kiss wore a silent blade
His touch was poison never cured
And to his den the ladies lured
One day he tried in vain to catch
A woman who was twice his match
She said "I’m not fooled by smiling snakes
Your next bite shall be your last mistake"
Words as sharp as tigers teeth
Could not protect what he’d hid beneath
His heart wore his own name’s initial
Proof of true love most artificial
His scaly lustre now lost its shine
He returned to his lady serpentine
Thirteen violets in his teeth
One for each of his deceits
We all know someone like this don’t we? Thanks for reading.
