The Ankle Biter
Writhing and slithering, enters a hissing snake.
What a foolish court jester he would make.
Belles on his toes, an attitude of 'up your nose.'
No warning is needed when he creeps around.
His strikes aren't lethal from on the ground.
Yet, he tries to bite ankles... what a joke.
He's a belly crawler, an odious sidewinder,
a cracked egghead with a rotten yolk,
but believes himself to be a devilish bloke.
A real 'snake-in-the-grass,' and a faultfinder.
A dancing monkey working for an organ grinder.
Shaking his rattles, he's poised for a fight,
but doesn't see the folly of his plight!
Acting like a dragon, safe inside his lair,
breathing fire in vile words. He likes to swear.
Like a pig, he wallows in dirt and squeals.
Similar slimy creatures... snakes and eels.
It's time to get back inside his box. Jack
is a wind-up toy, a little boy blue, a quack
who likes to toot his own horn. Forlorn and lost,
acting like a know-it-all, the boss.
Let him try to swallow a frog as it sits on a log.
Doesn't he know frogs can leap and hop?
Let him open his big mouth like a python with teeth.
Under its breath, that frog calls him a sop.
It will laugh at his antics and call him an ape.
Catch a monkey by his tail and listen to him wail.
Maybe he's a dog who likes to chew on a bone.
Then whimper, sigh, curse and groan
when a little ol' flea takes a bite of his flesh.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2023
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