The Viper
A foolish young miss,
Nurtured a venomous viper,
At her breast,
When one day it did bite,
She exclaimed before she expired,
Why have you treated me so,
Did I not tenderly nourish you,
And protect you,
Indeed did I not hide you in my bosom,
All that is true said the viper,
But to my nature I too must be true,
And away he did slither,
To entice another foolish miss or mister!
© 2011 Vic Jones
A foolish young miss,
Nurtured a venomous viper,
At her breast,
When one day it did bite,
She exclaimed before she expired,
Why have you treated me so,
Did I not tenderly nourish you,
And protect you,
Indeed did I not hide you in my bosom,
All that is true said the viper,
But to my nature I too must be true,
And away he did slither,
To entice another foolish miss or mister!
© 2011 Vic Jones
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