Snakes
Snakes
Snake, can we bake
And make it into a cake
Oh that, is fake,
For god's sake
They give us huge hugs,
Not like bugs and slugs
All snakes are not our kindred
They slithered million's of year's ago
Patterns, designs, and color's
On their skin
They go ''to and fro''
What dream shall they sow
Hurrah!!! who will know