And now, a Penisaur-inspired poem:"
"Berry Bog"
A stranger in the bog draws near,
trampling soft, wet ground.
Pushes aside obstructing leaves,
wary not to make a sound.
Tipping over every log,
looking for his prize,
he does not detect the gaze
of a pair of unseen eyes.
The snake in the shadows holds
what the man searches for,
the man looks but one more time,
on the cold bog floor.
The old man stands up straight,
and turns to walk astray,
"oh well, there are more berries,
at the market anyway".