Number 72, 'Armless Knits

‘armless Knits

Snakes, you might already know,

Are not very keen on snow.

Nowhere will you ever find,

In snow a snake of any kind,

(Other than the briefest look,

At one within a special book,

Whose winter sleep had been disturbed,

By a Gruffalo, unperturbed).

But you and I know well enough,

Snakes are cold and not so tough;

They need the sun to get them going,

Not a chance when it is snowing.

They only function when it’s mild,

And hibernate in leaves they've piled

To make their cozy winter beds,

In which to lay their sleepy heads.

But they have a close relation,

Which you’ll see across the nation;

In the winter when there’s snow,

They appear as if on show!

Multi-coloured or just plain,

They don’t mind the wind or rain,

They like to crawl most anywhere,

And often nestle in your hair!

Shoulders make a good repose,

Though some just hang on hooks I s’pose,

Or over backs of chairs, and then

Soon they go back out again,

And brave the wind and brave the sleet,

But not the summer or the heat…

That’s when it might make you laugh

To see a native Wooly Scarf!

To book Stephen for a rhyming evening:
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