Snake Chess
The night was dark an stormy,
The Billy goat went blind,
It flew into a barbed wire fence
and tore its never mind, {anonomous?}
Ole Don he drove the A model Ford,
At least it was a ute…{utility/pickup}
He ran over a big brown snake,
In this dark blue bag of fruit,
Up through the floor it wriggled then,
To bite a piece of the driver,
Through the gear stick hole,
Came a snake with soul,
Wake up bloody McGyyver,
Don bashed and flogged the snake, agog,
With the crank-handle for bloody sure,
The snake he left the floor except,
The floor was no survivor,
No floor left, gone bereft,
Of for the nervous riders,
Uncle Les with the gold teeth yes,
He was my step-Grandfather,
37 Ford bag of fruit, Ute, {Bloody Utility}
a brown snake he was after,
Brownie he swung around the axle, ho hum,
Ole Les he was still poking at him,
He was poking him well,
But after a spell,
The snake was poking at him,
While he was bent at the back wheel he sent,
The snake through a hole in the floor,
In the back of the ute, inspection hole for galoots,
Came ole brownie for bloody sure,
Over Les he did track, six foot brownie Jack,
Suspended to clear our Les, poker,
Grandma cut short any shouted retort,
And our snake was a sport,
dropped behind him, quite the joker,
Don Jonson
Cobra Venom, kills 10 Elephants,
one bite
Brown Snake Venom, 100 Elephants,
But he don’t skite :}
Aussie Tiapan maybe a thousand :{ don't play with him.....
we have a rattler type, almost , short and deadly Death Adder, one bite you are dead.......ole timers cut the bite sucked out venom and applied condys crystals .....poison to kill poison they said....seemed to work!!!!
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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