The
King Snake
He
takes his bow soon enough
He
spins his tales
The
poison darts fly
It
is how we take
The
moments we get hit
Will
we live in peace?
Will
there be a stinging pain?
The
King Snake slides around
Taking
back his belonging
Tidying
up his space
He
has given his best
So
he thinks he has
The
intense religious hiccups
The
costs rising hurting pockets
He
can only look taking his leave
The
Wooden Horse King
Gallops
down to take his place
Breathing
fire knowing he has much to do
The
calm body the eyes of concerned
By
midnight of the hour
The
Wooden Horse King ascends the throne
He
can't have his honeymoon
The
Snake King leaves too much poison
The
Horse year
The
race to make it
With
so many hurdles on the field
It
will not be smooth galloping
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