When we were little,
we were forever
being bitten
by imaginary snakes.
Highly venomous,
of course.
Then great fuss would be made
over finding the antivenin,
which was usually miles away
at a specialized hospital,
under lock & key.
It was great fun at the time,
& no-one ever died.
But looking back,
it seems a lot of trouble
could be saved
by carrying a vial
of antivenin with us.
Or even better,
by avoiding
poisonous
snakes.
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