There was a time
when in his prime
when he'd race down
and capture
the wildest of them.
Renowned and well
respected he was
the neighborhood's
snail catcher but....
lately he'd become
sluggish.
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun.
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Fine little rhythm... hope you have a good week in your mind!
This was just a joke. He went off snails in favour of slugs. Ho-hum.
Good write dusk. lol.
thanks orchi
That happens when you take the protection off, you get sluggish.
Andy
This was just a joke. He went off snails in favour of slugs. Ho-hum.
a fun read
with a layer of insightful commentary tucked away (to keep those literal busybody's like me, sated), lol
nice change of pace to the diverse buffet platter, that is our beloved MPS
This was just a joke. He went off snails in favour of slugs. Ho-hum.
I have a blast from a while back lined for u, keep looking in LOL.
I’m guessing this was a metaphor! He he!
This was just a silly joke really. He went off snails in favour of slugs. Ho-hum.
Truly enjoyed reading your 'slow motion' poem. Wouldn't it be nice if we could slow down our busy lives once in a while to be beaten by a snail, even if that would make us 'sluggish'?
Mines been slow for a while now since they told me i am 'extremely vulnerable' and must stay at home in this pandemic. Sluggish? - definitely but i dont leave that messy trail wherever i go (which isn't far).
Good joke nice wrench at the end, Disk.
Made me laugh DA. What more can one ask? - Phil A.
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