There Once Was a Slug Called Reilly

There once was a slug called Reilly,
Who slid through the world quite spryly.
He wore a small hat,
And was terribly fat,
But danced in the moonlight so wily.

He sloshed through the soup of the garden,
With manners that begged your pardon.
He’d twirl on a leaf,
Like a slug ballet chief,
Then bow with a wink from the lardon.

His dreams were of glitter and fame,
Of topping the gastropod game.
He practiced his spin,
With a half-gooey grin,
And signed autographs with his name.

The beetles all clapped with delight,
As Reilly danced deep in the night.
He jiggled with flair,
Like jelly mid-air—
A mollusc with style and might!

So if you should spot a slow trail,
All silvery, sparkled, and pale,
It might just be he,
In arthropod glee,
Still chasing his showbiz tale.