My Snail Do Or Die
My Snail
He sometimes' come about
In the heat of the night
A treat to my mouth
Yes, that is what it is all about
He is out of sight
Though he doe's seem
Too pout
And when it is time
For dinner to come out
He is my favorite garnish
Sometimes' with Trout
Thou he is my friend
Strictly to the end
When it comes to the menu
I just can't wait to let him in
Again, and again and again
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
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