The Rime of the Barking Iguana
Bob S. Rice
stood there in the iron dock, facing the shrouded men
Again, the gasp came from the
crowd, again, the blazes roared.
kindly priest rose up, and turned, and faced the Inquisition:
bent her eyes down to the ground, but then she looked up, grim:
screamed the Inquisitors, "Consign her to the flames!"
And then, from way back in the
room, they heard a high-pitched yap.
lordly Burmese python sat there coiled upon the floor.
miracle!" the lookers roared, "Release her from the stocks!"
Velcro, the iguana who inspired this poem, died on December 17, 2009. She was just three months shy of her 20th hatchday.
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