The Slug

The slug appears in his good time
And leaves a trail of goo and slime;
The only work he seems to do
Is generating slime and goo.
I stand aside to let him pass
And watch him ooze across the glass.
Tomorrow he’ll come round again,
But I’ll be cleaning up till then.

Burnside Kent
 
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