Gary Fields Poet Light Verse

A Snails Race For Dignity

It was the fourth of July
At such an awesome place
It was time for all Snail's
To get set for the race
The competition was stiff
The competition was tuff
It was a quest to win
To win was a must
To all young Snail's
It was barbecue or bust
They all lined up
At the starting line
Remembering that no Snail
Should ever be left behind
Only to become enthralled
Into a kind of soup or sort
Then peppered with All Seasoned
Salt if they were caught
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So skittle daddy lightly
Into the night
And their could be only
One winner
The other's were Tripe
So, move along little Snail
Let's win the race
Fore their are few other
Thing's that ye  might not want
To face


                    GF

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