[Wrote using the 4 words - long, intertwine, melancholy and gay, as part of a gag. Not my6 best effort, but here it goes.]
Sitting by the brook I saw
In a corner if my mind
Serpents, playing in the sun
Their bodies intertwined.
Their speckled forms knew no bounds
Their motions gay and bold
The wind whispered in my ears
Things from times untold
Tales of the past are long and wide
Oft with a melancholy turn.
Our bruised thoughts go writhing while
In a golden blaze they burn.
Yours sincerely
Jude
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