Snail race

Just one last straw on the pile my dear

And we’ll flatten that bloody camel,

Send him out on the town

And back with a bladdered

Snail in tow and a race ahead.

Cos it’s the one, my sweet,

That broke the slugs back

Now he slimes with a limp,

A pain from the days,

When when last night on the batter

Was the one he’ll never forget.

Now he has that frame,

That cast,

That skeleton to mend his broken bones.

Now he’s stuck crawling along,

Dragging himself,

Incontinent through slurry,

Now he’s lower than low.

But what of the camel, I hear you cry,

That mon cher, is a completely different story.