Man, that snake will not let this poetry stuff go. Every time I go out to sit on the porch, he's there reciting twelve stanzas in free verse on swallowing rats whole or some such bullshit. Now, he wants me to go to his goddamn recital! I can't sit through that, I'll gnaw my own arm off. Why do these type of people always find me? I mean I feel bad, because he obviously has no friends, but enough is enough!
I chopped up the snake with a garden hoe. He was just a stupid snake and it's not like any one will miss him. Turns out his name was Charles.
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