One two buckle my shoe,
Three four knock at the door,
Five six pickup sticks,
Seven eight open the gate,
Nine ten start again,
Nah, that would be silly,
I would much rather go look for slugs to kill.
(It’s funny old world, isn’t it?)
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That’s Joe
There once was a slug called Joe
Who wished he were fast, not slow
Until one day, while alone
He saw a snail struggling, carrying its home
Now he slimes about happy: That’s Joe
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I saw this sleek snail in the green grass one day,
A flyboy, he was, I do have to say,
For he whisked himself past as fast could be,
In a shell of many colours, a flyboy was he.
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I had hardly perceived that he had even arrived,
Before he disappeared into the sunset – I tell you no lie!
That snail of many colours, as bold as could be,
Was a flyboy for sure, so flashy was he!
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He made me so sad, as sad as could be,
For I am a slug, not flashy, that’s me,
No shell to impress with colours and bling,
Just a poor, boring slug and it’s a terrible thing.
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But I do have this plan, a means to an end,
That could make so cool, like snails and their friends,
All that I need are paint and a brush,
A golf ball and glue – not really so much!
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With these said items, I will make myself grand,
Painting the ball, gluing it on my back is my plan,
Then I’ll parade myself round as proud as can be,
Like the snail of many colours and just as flashy, hee hee.
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Oh to have legs like insects and things,
To walk on all fours is something I dream,
Or even just two, like HU-MAN THEINGS.
Would make me so happy, would realise my dreams
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I dream of the day, I grow legs and see,
What it feels like to walk, not slime so lowly,
You see, I am a poor slug with no legs at all,
A garbled old thing, just slime and slow drawl.
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Now don’t get me wrong it’s not all bad, I confess,
There are some perks living in a damp mess,
But I cannot help wonder about legs, I admit,
Oh lord give me legs, be it two, four or six.
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Thank God it’s Friday. No, wait a minute,
it’s not Friday, it’s only Thursday – ARRRRGH.
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The Crazymad Writer 