The Cobra's Nightmare
The Cobra’s Nightmare
By Elton Camp
Carl the Cobra has little to fear
Few enemies to him draw near
He can flatten his neck and hiss
When striking, he’ll seldom miss
His venom is the most toxic around
One bite & his victim will go down
Carl sallied forth one fine day
He was hungry for some prey
After he had enjoyed a good meal
A quick nap, Carl decided to steal
A pleasant dream he had at first
Then came a nightmare--the worst
Carl found himself in a terrible spot
Not facing one mongoose, but a lot
“How’d I get in such a fix as this!”
Poor Carl dreamed of his final hiss
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