Snakes are like bees,
In that, if we don't have them,
Life, as we know it on this planet
Will not be anymore.
First, a collective sigh from the colonies,
One of societies' top fears is extinct!
Then while we debate on how to end public speaking,
Mother earth will unlatch her high sandals,
Take off her girdle and walk barefoot through the garden again.

But eventually it will dawn upon her
That she has no more goosebumps
Because there are no more slithering things to terrify her,
Nor to tickle her places that no one else is willing to touch.
And in her sadness, the world will go gray.
Flowers will purse their primitive lips
In a great tsk tsk toward the other vegetation,
And then the bees will be the very next to go.

-jenn