The snake raises her head beautifully

Rearing and attacking with practiced ease

Dancing to Floydian tunes

Telling stories of the East

Of colourful handkerchiefs and lacy stockings

She quietly teases.

Hissing and coiling at whim

Sending shivers down the spine

Of every living thing in its path

With a jazzy glide and slide

She traverses the distance to her prey

As she strikes back to attack

Her fangs poised to do their work

The world as they know it, is over for the weak!