I’m a wee Snail “I’m a wee snail”, Joseph said to the rail. “Not very good dining”, He plead with a wail. Two little molluscs I got in a sale, One a small girl And one of them male.
Joseph was his name And she was called Gail. He was all dark And she was quite pale. One fine day We went for a sail. I drank champagne And they drank pale ale.
We all drank too much And threw up in a pail. The boat went awry Ending up on the shale. A coastguard came at once to our hail, But then he got cross and put us in jail. We sat there all day Feeling ever so frail. Our day, like this poem One big epic fail.
Capturing a snail photograph reminded me of the ditty I concocted in January2020, in honour of Maria Wulf’s “snail party”! Hardly a poem, but then I’m no poet.