On the dance floor were they
The rivals doing salsa
In their colourful lines of dress
Twirling like a typhoon
Slowly starts intertwining
Lifting their body
Raising their head to the top
Pushing each other to the ground
A continuous war for a reason
Which only they know
For a love, territory or food
One pinning other one's body
To the ground claiming a winner
The snake, leaves the floor
With its head high of pride !