Slug Trails
Seems soup mail aint working...
Tracy sent me a Verse about reading Slug trails on the walk,
but Grannie fed em table salt to stop their talk,
no bloody predicting allowed,
snail trails under a Turkey shroud,
they'll just have to squeak and squawk,
in the creamy cloud,
says Mork from Ork,
for the feeble and less endowed,,
the centtrafuge will make you talk,
perhaps the footpath should be plowed?
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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