Esther Orring, eighty-seven Nearly died and went to heaven. Found a rattler on her porch In the sun, it basked to scorch. Danger’s best when kept a stranger, Most would flee confronting danger. But Esther Orring, she’s a trooper Shrinking not, no party-pooper. Serpertine, a reptile scaled Desert-bound and rattle-tailed; A foot of danger, poison filled, Esther grabbed and then she killed. Before he died, the twisting spitter Took a bite, the venom hit her. Lady luck and antivenin Neutralized the harm within. Esther dines on fettuccine, On her porch with her martini. Our lady friend is out of danger, Snakeskin belt upon a stranger.