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She stood there in the
iron dock, facing the shrouded men
Who dared her, in the
name of the truth, to speak those words again.
Torturers stoked their branding irons until their forges sparked,
And yet again, she spoke
these words: "Yes, my iguana barked!"
Again, the gasp came
from the crowd, again, the blazes roared.
Again, she'd dared to
speak those words the orthodox abhorred.
Iguanas wearing neckties, sure, they'd seen a lot around,
But no reader of rec.pets.herp
had heard one make a sound!
A kindly priest rose
up, and turned, and faced the Inquisition:
"Fathers, in the
name of the Net, let her change her position!"
He turned: "Come now, confess, my dear, before the Flamers come"
"We've met some smart
iguanas, true, but every one's been dumb."
She bent her eyes down
to the ground, but then she looked up, grim:
"'Flounder' starts
barking every time I'm late in feeding him.
"He barks when I'm playing Pink Floyd, and climbs up on my clock,
"And bobs his head
and hisses when I'm playing acid Bach."
"Enough!"
screamed the Inquisitors, "Consign her to the flames!"
"No reptile has vocal
cords, besides, who likes smart dames?"
And several threw books at her, but were so peeved they missed,
The frog-lovers joined
in with croaks, while the snake-lovers hissed.
And then, from way
back in the room, they heard a high-pitched yap.
It struck the clustered
mob just like a sudden thunderclap.
The ranks of heads all turned as one, their necks all seemed to break,
Indeed, a reptile had
barked, but this one was a snake!
A lordly Burmese python
sat there coiled upon the floor.
We're talking heavy-duty
snake - twenty feet or more!
And in the silence of the room, with tension cut so fine,
They heard that muffled
bark again, soon followed by a whine!
"A miracle!"
the lookers roared, "Release her from the stocks!"
They bore her from the
courtroom, where they'd all endured such shocks
And only one was left to muse in that ecstatic fog:
"I've heard a reptile
talk at last! Has someone seen my dog?"
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