My Snailippo Herd
My Snailippo Herd
Have you ever seen a snail go a crawling up a leaf
and wonder how it eats without some tiny teeth?
My back yard hosts the sailippo that grew from such a cause
without the need of feet nor hoofs, nor tail, or tiny claws?
He carries his house upon his back like any other snail
And slimes along the garden path wagging his short tail.
His eyes are set back in his head, his mouth is large & pale.
His call to other sailippos sounds like a tiny, siren’s wail.
He only appears in morning light among the fresh grown dew
or early evening’s fading light when night begins to brew.
My back yard hosts a herd of these that people want to see;
they come in droves and stare awhile, then give their coins to me.
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