Snakes
They live in trees and bushes
They venture through the grass
Be careful where you sit and stand
For they have a tendency of sneaking up and biting you on the ****
My friend brought one to work one day
To show me his six foot long pet
I grabbed it by the tail and smacked its head
On the desk until it was dead
In shock he screamed and cursed at me
I said all’s not lost there is good news
You can take it down to the local cobbler’s
And they’ll make you a lovely pair of shoes...
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