Kit Kelen #447 - snipe (for a series of village idiots)

447

Snipe

(after Herrick)

Snipe is poking things again

Snipe is waking you up from your siest

gets a finger in the ribs and digs

at all that you thought blessed

Snipe sours

the tone

the tune

the beer

Snipe likes to stick at the back of the head

it's quite comfortable there

Snipe lays in bed

pokes at I-pad

all unlikes

unfriends

odd positive to give the flick

and even fully formed ideas

Snipe's a hairshirt wardrobe short

admires himself in all the mirrors

Snipe's a little grey patch

a whinge-in-fellow-form

one stiff breeze will blow away

sometimes one wonders why Snipe's here

to test your character of course!

one dare say nothing of his

it's not really conversation

he wants to have you twist and turn

with Snipe you'll never win

this has to be a kind of fear

Snipe has all the same heavens above

but you'd never know

Snipe won't

Snipe can't get on

can't see himself

the mirror's someone else's fault

this has to be a kind of fear

what to do with Snipe (?), you ask me

best thing is to drown the bastard

in a bucket of good cheer