Written for:  The Twiglets #125 – “a snail’s slick”

slick is notice
that snail is on the move
not that he’s a wise guy.

your disgust
is their lust
for life.
protects them,
allows travel.

snails snack on sand
a boost to their calcium
makes for a strong shell

A new farmer wanting snails caught
did not listen to all he was taught
He filled dishes with beer
to coax the snails near
They got drunk as skunks, loved store brand beer that was bought.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to snails

  1. Misky says:

    LOL! Love that limerick!


  2. Jules says:

    While researching snails… I found an artist who took before and after images of snails in the sand.
    He’d set them up in spirals, or some other shape and come back after they move around to take that second shot.

    Too bad the snails calcium doesn’t create a pearl, but your verses were jewels!


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