A Poem by Sasha Thurmond
Broken pipe beneath my house
Plumbers come to fix the spout
Snake they find behind the pipe
Four to six feet I'm a fright
Call to boss with their report
Quit the job till snake aborts
Pest Control he comes on out
Under house he scoots about
Says the snake had gone outside
Never see him till I die
Sprinkles dust around my house
Says all snakes will now stay out
What a very happy day
Lock him in, lock him out ? Hmm...
Plumbers come to try again
See the snake, they can not win
Take a break til pest man comes
Now the three compare and hum
Plumbers say that they'll be brave
Get the pipe fixed that same day
Now I wonder what to do
Snake is in, snake is out ? Hmm...
Pest man said to cut my grass
Spot a snake and kick his ass
Then I wonder long and hard
Snake in grass rang very far
The orange man could go ajar
Lock him in, lock him out ? Hmm...
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Sasha Thurmond is an artist and writer who lives on a farm in South Carolina with her horse and other animals and who also finds time to write, paint, and take photographs. She is a graduate of the Master of Fine Arts program at Cornell University, where she studied with Steve Poleskie.
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