When You Were My Snail
I love my snail
From near to far
Sometime's I can see him
Just under the wheel's
Of my car
Though he may sometimes'
Be late,
But it take's so many
To fill a empty plate
I sit by the log
How long must it take
Fore he is fabulous
He taste just like stake
With a little gravy at the side
He is indeed a pleasure
To ever fill my plate
This I just can't hide
Fore-
His promptness just can't
Be denied
P.S. I AM WAITING FOR YOU BUDDY!
GF
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