by Monty Edwards
You will find him in your garden
Yet he’ll always be at home,
Which is strange, because he travels,
Though he never far will roam,
For his movement is quite sluggish
And he often stops to eat.
If you’re growing nice green lettuce,
He considers that a treat!
With his eyes on stalks like flowers,
He can find his favourite food.
Never interrupt him eating,
Or he’ll think you’re very rude!
Do not fear that he’ll attack you
As he cannot throw a punch;
He will just be feeling cranky
That you’ve spoiled his lovely lunch!
Since his home he carries with him,
He will never mind the rain
And if anything should scare him,
He just goes inside again!
You will look in vain for footprints
But you’ll see his silver trail.
Do you think you know his name now . . . ?
Yes, you’ve got it! . . . Mr Snail!
- Submitted in response to Words+Pictures #5