I'm not a fan of slithering and lurking in the grass.
And dangling from a random vine is ludicrous and crass.
For rattling, biting and the like there's no excuse - full stop,
And if I had a pair of legs, I'd be inclined to stomp.
I pity those who wish to camouflage - whatever for?
They ought to shed this attitude, propelling to the fore
The weird and wonderful array of colours, custom-made
By nature - why the blatant disrespect? I'm so dismayed
That I can feel my innermost reptilian uncoil.
My blood (a standard minus something) is about to boil.
Then reason rears its pretty head - how did I come to this?
I stretch and let my anger out with a resounding hiss.
hiss
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