No good deed goes, or: She’d be

A schuttelreim

She watched as the vet worked, wicked, clever asp
She'd be the very last critter that he'd ever clasp

29 thoughts on “No good deed goes, or: She’d be”

      1. I understand. Poems are finicky things that take you exploring where fear and pleasure meet.
        It’s a lovely color, that snake. But… right?!
        Thanks for sharing David. Blessings.

    1. me too, Michele!
      with this particular style of poem, I have to think of the final words of the two lines before I figure out what comes before them… and for some reason, ‘ever clasp’ and ‘clever asp’ popped into my mind!

      ❀
      David

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