Author Information
Useless Life, Snake Story
*
I once had a snake,
And I named it "Useless".
*
The snake made no money for me,
And in fact, it cost me to keep the snake.
*
Simple garden snake that Useless was,
He was Useless, a huge zero in the world we live in.
*
But Useless gave me many hours of enjoyment
Before his death.
*
I enjoyed watching when Useless would
Shed his skin,
Because it looked as if there was
Another Useless snake in the tank with him,
And he might look at it as if it were a friend,
Keeping him company while I went off to enjoy my life.
*
Useless was worth a lot to me,
Even though to the world,
He was useless,
To me,
He was always more Useless
Than anyone ever knew,
And his worth can never be matched in dollars and cents
As far as I will ever be concerned.
*
*
The End.
.
Lovely snakification of a profound truth Respected Ms Nlight
Lovely snakification of a profound truth Respected Ms Nlight~Yaz~still~awake~friend
©bishu
This poem is simplicity and
This poem is simplicity and brilliance wrapped into one.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thank you for reading
Thank you for reading Diamond. ♥
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
The snake around my neck
The snake around my neck in my profile pic was named Slayer. My ex boyfriend either stepped on his head and killed him or he froze to death. I don't remember for sure. We had 5 pet snakes at the time. It was quite upsetting to me when that happened. Useless? I don't know, perhaps. But I sure did love them a lot. Wish I could remember the names of the other 4. One of them was Fred I believe.
Copyright © JessterStarshine
Snake Eyes!
Firstly, HW I did not know about you and snakes. About Useless - it kept turning into a metaphor for me.(men I've almost known). The last line was devine and held me in the vice called excellent ending land. I laughed. I hope I was supposed to laugh cause I laughed. He thought his shed skin was a friend. I howled. Was I supposed to howl? - Anyway I enjoyed this poem. It made me feel something. And, since I have not felt anything happy and joyous in a while now, it felt really really nice. I think - Be well, don't step on any snake heads (I apologize HW)- see? I'm back a little bit anyway - loved this writing of poetry ~Lady A~
Allets, that's so funny
Allets, that's so funny because it really and truly did start out about the snake and the difference between useless and worthless, and halfway through I began laughing for the same reason you are...thinking "hey..this is starting to sound a lot like so and so", so, I'm glad it made you laugh. I got a really good one myself too! :-D
......
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
It is true I owned a garden
It is true I owned a garden snake, albeit, he didn't have a name.
I purchased him to conquer a fear, I loved him just the same,
I wrote this poem in honor of his presence, a joy, a pricelessness,
And decided that even though he's dead I'd name him as he was, "Useless" ness.
Thx for reading. Sorry about your snake!!!
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "