you cannot be a snake
you cannot be a snake, mommy said
so I slithered under the dresser
proving that I could
what kind of snake would you be? daddy asked
he likes to humor me,
he is better at this than mommy
I am a cobra, I said, with a hiss
a slithering, sloppy, sneaky, snarling cobra
I added the alliteration so I could exaggerate their s sounds.
my grandmother said “let her be a snake”.
“A cobra,” I corrected her.
she is okay with being corrected.
“I do not like it,” said Mommy.
that made it even more exciting and fun.
Cobras like to consternate, confuse and confound.
I slithered away seeking a tasty mouse.
thrilled with my new role.
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