For You, Weasel. Wait, Did I Say Weasel?

You’re like a pterodactyl swooping down,
To catch the squirming mass of fur in your massive beak.

You’re like a giant banana-shaped weasel,
Dodging the pterodactyl with your death in its plans.

You’re like the hole in the ground the weasel tries to hide in,
But you’re an asshole and saw this coming so you invited a snake over for tea.

You’re the snake that enjoys tea,
But you enjoy giant banana-shaped weasels even more.

You’re like the leftover tea,
Forgotten and left for something better.

And you deserve it, you non-tea drinking pterodactyl-dodging snake-inviting hole-hiding banana-shaped weasel.

– Bryan