The Poisonous Well

Beautiful looking blue green lime

This place seems very sublime

Lookout! Though, it may just be a slime

This strange place stinks like hell

With foul, rotten odor of an awful smell

dead, stagnant, aloof and wildly rampant

tiny creatures, parasitically repugnant

surrounding the midst of this well

profusely and staunchly, inside it, they dwell

They prey upon all animals unsuspecting

After which hours of routine playing,

running, dancing, grazing and mating

comb their ways down the hill

from all corners, to this very well

hoping to complement after all,

their needed daily doze of meal

Beautiful looking blue green lime

This place seems very sublime

Lookout! Though, it may just be a slime

Poison leaks off its life sources

it freshens itself killing its guests

all innocent lives roaming its banks

from the tiniest of these creatures

to the giants of the ranks

hoping to indulge themselves

with life's most precious refreshments

usually end up trapped victims

of these voraciously menacing parasites

Beautiful looking blue green lime

This place seems very sublime

Lookout! Though, it may just be a slime

Strange it is, they are wildly voracious

They disable and maim all that is precious

Creepy parasites are stupidly pernicious

An unfortunate fate, of loss and demise

to all the innocent and its honest victims

disappearing from the face of the earth

of its poisonous stings, bites and curses

All it needed learn was of its nature

That, she was meant designed to offer

To all and every other

With what nature has endowed her

To give, give, give and always share

of what she has been blessed to acquire

And not fall prey to the coaxing

and be played a place for hiding

of those countless little parasites

who, for their very own reasons

are using her as a haven of staging

for their evil acts of stinging

Beautiful looking blue green lime

This place seems very sublime

Lookout! Though, it may just be a slime

Despite my outcries to have her listen

to the true sounds of her natural pattern

To the true rhythmic beats of its heart

by all necessary meaning of all account

instead she chose to ignore

wished to have no concern, rather

to collaborate in most ugly a crime

with her protégé little parasite dwellers

who have goaded her to their suit

as a safe haven of caves for their needs

For sprouting their poisonous stings.

Beautiful looking blue green lime

This place seems very sublime

Lookout! Though, it may just be a slime

Copy right Metmiku Yohannes

08/10/02