Saturday, 1 February 2014


The snake slithers in the granary
Hidden and Coiled up like a metal spring
Its eyes are burning and ready to sting;
Its tail’s a work of furious archery

Chipo walks in with her bamboo basket
Singing sweet songs as she heaves maize
Into the basket. Then she lays her gaze
On a corner and sees her coiled casket

The snake strikes like lightning and bites her breast
She falls down and yells, “Yooo...!.. Bitten by s-nake...!”
The villagers wake up; find her dry as steak
And bury her with her sister to rest

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