The Snake's Face Pasta Bake

My slippers are very funny They tell me lots of things Like if your clothes are runny They’ll fall off your skin Of course I take no notice Of these trivialties Choosing instead to listen to BBC Radio 3 Tell me more about your melting face Says the scorned snake I wish to learn about it So I can put it in your pasta bake Feel the waking movements Of the tiny legions Rolling beneath you On this humid morning We want you to remember All the pleasant things That happened last December Maybe you grew tiny wings Sprouting from your shoulders Giving you the gift of flight All of your friends were jealous But they didn't put up a fight