The Cobra - Richard Fleming
The cobra can’t resist a tune
so when the Charmer blows his flute,
to make the notes rise in the air,
the cobra stirs and follows suit.
It is a most amazing sight:
the tourists clap and toss rupees
while others, far less prosperous,
remunerate with loud whoopees.
Majestically, the cobra sways
from right to left, then left to right.
Applaud it, even if you’re bored:
it’s always best to be polite.
Richard Fleming
Labels:
Animals,
Dance,
Poem,
Richard Fleming
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