Snail, Stretch of Time
James E. Tate
The little man answered the doorbell,
But saw no one there.
Seeing a snail on his porch,
He pitched it in the air.
Three weeks later he answered the bell,
And heard a wee wee shout.
The snail was back on his porch,
Saying, “What was that all about?”
Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2017
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