snail with box for a shell


Terry the slug was tired

tired of being a slug,

he wanted to be better

a much more exciting bug.

He wanted to be a bee

but had no buzz or sting,

and as a stick insect

he stuck to everything.

He fancied being a fly

but couldn’t get off the ground,

and as a hissing cockroach

he couldn’t make a sound.

He tried to be a centipede

but without legs he had no hope,

and as a busy ant

he simply couldn’t cope.

He had so many limits

without legs, wings or tail,

so now he carries a bottle top

and has become a trendy snail.


Terry the slug (poem)

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