"The Grumpy Snail"
Series: An Element of Writer's Block
The grumpy snail crawls along
He whistles the tone of a familiar song
A speeding bug passes by
This is the slow lane, why must he fly?
A slug slithers down, how very rude
Why would he go out in the nude?
Atop a branch sits the food
Before he can get there, it is gone
Poor snail, he's been crawling before dawn
Anger now fills his heart
None of the other bugs are very smart
Snail is slow and graceful, full of respect
But he could not get that, from any other insect
So he finishes his crawl, grumpy as can be
In the morning he packs his bags, and heads to the sea
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