Want a hug? Accomodating anad willing anaconda asked me.
No thanks, I said, running toward an oak tree.
Emerald boa then lunged to try and get me.
RUN! I yelled to my slower cousin, Little Lee.
Hello Mr. Anaconda
How fit and fine you look this morning!
Have you lost weight? You look terrific!
I am backing away slowly, not rapidly.
Hoping to buy myself a bit more time.
How long does it take five hundred pounds to move?
His big green eyes stare at me, mesmerizing me.
I am terrified. I turn and sprint away.
Not easy in the rain forest.
I always figured that the weight of an anaconda was a fabrication.
A nightmare, something an evil book writer made up, to instill terror.
So I looked it up.
And I was wrong.
An anaconda can weigh five hundred pounds.
So now I stay home after dark, because that is her feeding time.
And I stay out of waters and rain forests.
little coil
shiver and shake
tiny squeeze
squeak
tah dah tah dah
anaconda arrives
need any help? she asks
python hisses a warning
constricting a bit tighter
louder squeak, then silence
dinner’s eyes pop out
python smiles
not about to
share her
lunch
anaconda
slithers away
Boa, Constrictor and Anaconda were out on a slither.
They saw some animals up ahead, yonder, some hither.
I’ll get the baby.
I’ll get the hayseed.
With greedy appetites all three snakes were a quiver.
He did not receive high school education
He did not know the US President, either;
But he was a soloist, par se.
Amen.
Joyful faeries twirled and whirled,
Stirring up the leaves and the dead things
From the forest floor.
Also uncovering the giant
Anaconda who promptly
Jumped into fighting mode.
Her head came up swiftly, angrily.
Until she realized it was the faeries.
“I was ready to strike,” she told them.
“Because I did not hear your faerie bells.”
“We left them by the creek,” Head Faerie
Told her. “Because the deer wanted to hear them.”
“Did the deer have a fawn?” Anaconda asked.
She was imagining a delicious fawn supper.
“No,” the faeries said, lying with their
Faerie brains. They had actually left
The faerie bells at the creek, because
While wearing faerie bells, you cannot
Tell a lie, and they felt strongly that
Anaconda was near.
Forget anaconda
African rock python
Super patriot
My cow farm don't...
my cow farm don't ...
my farm don't want none unless you got cows hun
Cow named Daisy used to live in kettrin
Big milkin udders , she was givin some mylk
was shoutout with the dairy , but she lived in a barn
Brought be yeo Valley, keeping me jealous
now that's moo moo moo
Gun in my udders, ***** I came dress to moo
who wanna mylk first? I had em pushing daffodils
im high on grass, I only ate half the field
I pooed some dumb ****
by the way what he moo?
he aint missing no milking
come thorugh to my tractor
moo m m moo moo m m moo mooooooooo
My cow farm don't...
my cow farm don't ...
my farm don't want none unless you got cows hun
This dude named vanesso used to ride combinharvestors
moo m m moo moo m m moo mooooooooo
oh my moo look at her udders
oh my moo look at her udders
oh my moo look at her udders
look at her udders (look at her udders)
My cow farm don't...
my cow farm don't ...
my farm don't want none unless you got cows hun
Green Anaconda was the cute friend of Rhonda
Slippin’ and slidin’, so fast and strong like Honda
They went to Hotel La Boanara
Dined on caiman and capybara
And went to the Louvre to kiss La Gioconda
There is a voice in my head, it's filling my soul with dread. I can't fathom what it just said-
For I think it wants me dead...
So I shrink to the back of the room- clenching tightly in my hands- a broom. My paranoia is in control, it has shaken me to the soul. Yet I don't know where to go- Oh my head, it hurts me so, for the voice won't let me go
I clear my mind of all this- hoping for it to leave me alone
Yet still I can hear it's hiss- pulling me from the safety zone
To rid my mind of the voice, I wish it was a matter of choice. And I scrunch my eyes in pain, in agony I have lain. Like I'm surrounded in acid rain- no this cannot happen again
Age is a snake that takes up residence,
just a small little snake, on your shoulders,
on the day you are born. Your radiance,
your energy and strength match your blunders,
and the viper is kept at bay for a while.
Oh, it marks the mistakes, the broken leg,
mindless anger, and it grows, and with wile,
cinches up like a belt, lets lose a peg,
when it has to, when mind and body are sure
and clean and honest and uncompromising.
It waits, for those times when you are unsure
of your course, and grows, when shortcuts you are taking,
old wounds and ills ignored, when you don't correct
the harm you've done, it waits to fatally constrict.
Anaconda heart entranced
By tight embraces, quickened glance
Called to midnight by the sound of
Drifters in the moonlight pond
Enter into my domain where
Frozen sheets of lightning rain
Grow up from the ground of prickled pain
Hardly cause for concern
I'm the invisible link to you
Just enough of nothing to prove
Kiss of constriction, heart on the move
Love like a losing battle
Mist of mountains blind our eyes
Nameless birds grow wings and fly
Olive branches, claws delights
Presented in the heat of passion
Quick to loosen the years which bind
Rest in limbo with a blood vessel mind
Snap the branch and I'll quickly descend
To the ground where starvation reigns
Under the cover of the slate washed moon
Valiant apologies slip through the room
Water for drowning or learning to swim
X-rays of novelty's thin, fractured limbs
Yellow in belly and tight in the chest
Zealous in love and in war...