I must confess that the substance of this poem isn't of my own imagination. It's a joke I was once told. I merely put it into rhyme. Please forgive the thievery and enjoy the poem.
Nate the Snake
A fevered crawling in the desert sun
Water so far from everyone
A circle of rocks, a lever so bright
It must be a well, I decided to try it
"Don't touch that lever!" It came as a shout
"Who said that?" I blurted out
I looked around but nothing was there
But the sand and the rocks and the wind in my hair
I reached for the lever to relieve my drought
When up popped a snake who weaved about
"Don't touch that Lever!" He said once again
I thought that the sun had addled my brain
"A talking snake," I shouted with glee
"Won't you come back and make money with me?"
"I'm Nate the snake" He said with some mirth,
"And I guard the lever that destroys the Earth"
"Oh my" I says, "Is that what this is?"
"Yes", He said with a voice like fizz
Just then a Jeep, that somebody stole
Hit one of those rocks and went out of control
The driver was thrown with no one to steer
The Jeep for the lever did suddenly veer
The snake coiled up and sprung quickly up under
The drive shaft tore his poor body asunder
Old Nate, it turns out, was good in a pinch
The Jeep stopped short of the lever an inch
Nate saved the world by being so clever
The moral of the story?
Better Nate than lever!
