Attack of the Black Slugs

I used to have behind my house a lake

I should say pond, that body of water

I remember a time, in full day's wake

Being summer made the day hotter

We three sisters went out for a swim

Just intentions for fun we had brought

After a while, I had run out of whim

And left the water to dry back off

I guess someone noticed something

On my upper legs, little black slugs

Someone asked "Did I feel anything?"

As they were removing the bugs

I replied "No", though I was cold

But cold from being wet in the air

It's a gross story that I have told

I won't forget that day over there