Hello Mrs. Snail!
I know you are hiding, In that excruciatingly expensive little plant.
It is a shame you can't see it, but you have left behind a simply super slimy trail, your very distinctive calling card.
Can we make a pact that you resist that little plant, because in roughly ten more munches.
Those tiny delicate bunches of leaves won't be there?
Why can't you take a fancy to the rotten old weeds,
Which scatter their seeds everywhere and munch their flavours to the full?
We would work together and I would not start to see red and give you the old heave-ho every time,
I see your slimy, silvery, trail shining in the dark.
© 2020 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo by Daniela Silvia Serban
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