Sid the Snail

Just beneath a holly wreath, lived old Sid the Snail,

who kept it nice and easy, and had nowt for sale,

was not like a magpie, did not steal some glances,

neither was he like a fox, doing silly dances,

he kept himself so quiet, no peacock pride did cheer,

nor was he like an eagle, a symbol saying fear,

a merry little soul, that slithered on the path,

did not boast; or stated roast; that make those monkeys laugh,

chewing on the laurel, he made a friendly prune,

as leaf was dying; Sid was crying; thus, ended little doom,

but on a fateful day, green-fingered trowel did scoop,

then Adam’s eyes did see him, betwixt the twiggy group,

took his shell for necklace, and cast old Sid aside,

to ensure the only scene, was a man’s dirt pride,

lo’ Sid the Snail non-violent, slid right by the guy,

sacrifice of them both; Sid squashed; and man did fly,

landed on a breeze block, weeder’s skull did crush,

poor old Sid; who paid the price; teaching not to rush,

so, when you see a snail, please remember this,

watch where you are walking, else Sid will be death’s kiss!