Long Snake, Short Ladder
Curled around that massive tree
old Satan waiteth patiently;
while up above the monkeys play
all their lifelong summer’s day.
Scrambling up and up they try,
to be the first to touch the sky.
At the very top, each finds
the sky still out of reach,
although not out of mind.
So with a final upward leap,
defying gravitational laws,
they tumble headlong, an untidy heap,
into old Satan’s yawning jaws!
poem by Brian Taylor
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