The gift.
My cousin was out in the jungle
for ten long years or more.
He bought me a snake for christmas
that slithered on the floor.
It ate the cat at sunset
it had disappeared and gone.
the budgie by christmas eve and the capon.
It grew and grew in the months that passed
winter, spring, and fall.
It ate my couson this christmas
the best gift of all.
poem by Roy Storey
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