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.
I did make a wasp gasp
with my splendiferous doggerel
that not even I sit well
with. & a note came from hell
penned in a tongue alien to me...
only the vile violet violinist
understood such oneiric idiocy...
& said it was emetic
& not truly good nor copacetic.
Even September agrees
such is the golden music
that easily delights the bees
& can make a wasp gasp.
His muse was a dragon, and he told me Leroy was pushy.
I could not imagine he was any more challenging that Trixie.
Leroy will take me down and spit in my eye, he told me.
This was a bit more aggressive than Trixie, actually.
I brought Trixie over to meet Leroy, but he was shy.
He is not acting normally, admitted my super poetic guy.
I gave them some space, and he asked his muse why.
Because she intimidates me, Leroy said with a sigh.
Trixie was telepathic and had sent him some news.
It was meant to intimidate, consternate and confuse.
He was scared of her now, afraid of my aggressive muse.
Now more than one more person has seen Trixie’s fuse.
Awesome power is it natures wrath
To devastate all in its path
Twisters, winds driving rain
Leaves no place to look the same
In a way as it gathers pace
Never in a human place
Hidden killer out at sea
Land urge where it wants to be
Building strength, gathers speed
To destroy any breeds
The one i recall in this worlds arena
This phenomenon called Hurricane Katrina
Louisiana, New Orleans
Was subject by one so mean
Her awesome might hammers home
We are not on this world alone
The sights viewed all around the world
Natures torture from her living swirl
To consternate these Southern Lands
The rains and winds spew from her glands
The aftermath and splatter view
Killed so many, survivors few
City blocks submerged and broken
A legacy of natures token
New Orleans Jazz continues to play
Although nature won this day
Resilient folks, awesome place
Human nature won this race
Undercover we will rise
But in mother nature we will not despise
She gives us life, we share her hope
To view her strength, we can not gloat.