Slide, slide, slide away

On your belly every day

In our gardens, and our sheds

Making dark places your comfy bed

No puppy dogs tails for the slugs and snails

But plants and bulbs to ruin and munch

Especially at night so you need no lunch

It’s not the story, it’s the way I tell it

Excuse me while I put down some slug pellets

I’ve tried making them walk on eggshells

But they find a way round as if by smell

They can’t resist pellets, and gobble them up

So another job tomorrow moving dead slugs!

The Urban Poet 2019