Thirty poems in thirty days: DAY 4


There once was a fidgety mole
Who dug himself into a hole
Oh what will I do
Cried the mole, oh so blue
As he wept from the depths of his soul.

There once was a ravenous snake
His appetite he couldn't shake
No matter how much
That he swallowed for lunch
It just wasn't enough for his sake.

One day the snake went for a crawl
And heard the mole's pitiful call
He slithered on down
To the hole where he found
A fat mole curled up in a ball.

So slithering slowly he crept
To that hole where the little mole slept
Then with a quick sting
He chomp-chomped the whole thing
And then he was full.

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