Wooden Snakes

I just had this strange memory

Well, every memory of mine is strange

Because I have No Memory

So any Time I can REMember is strange

Though, even so – this is a strange memory

’cause of how old & seemingly inconsequential

Anyways, here it is:

The memory of these wooden snakes I had

Way back in elementary – maybe 4th/5th grade

There were 2: a skinny one & a king cobra

That I brought to summer camp at Round Lake

And I also REMember telling a ghost story

Using my snakes as props – the plot escapes me

I just REMember it wasn’t very good, though

Maybe I was hard on myself even back then

Oh well, whatever, that’s all I have, not much

Like I said, a strange memory to hold onto when

I can’t even remember my own name half the time

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Here’s the cobra version