Swell, Snail Tale
by Sandra S Corona
Friday, April 02, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Amazingly Grace crawled out of her shell,
oozed into the garden to ‘air’ a spell.
“Well, well, well,” said a bird with a shrill yell.
“You’re thin, not my taste, but won’t go to waste.
You can’t hide fore’er beneath peppers … bell.”
‘Twasn’t her dream to be eaten alive,
she dreamt of aging … watching offspring thrive.
This bird brought attention. She took a dive.
The toughest decision she had to face
was how to outsmart beasts, how to survive.
Grace, spirit broken, eased back in her shell;
it’s tough--finding courage--when you’re a snail.
Beasts threaten havoc, no place is safe … swell!
Grace bathed in skunk scent, reeked, changed her taste!
Bird swallowed, spit her—this story did tell:
“I found a skunk hidden in a snail shell.”
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|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|SMILES this one is excellent I have a surprise for you tomorrow.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I don't know how you keep up the humor and rhyme. But I thank you for your continued offerings, Sandy. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|LOL. Good one Sandy.
Bird was all hungry and primed,
Ate snail, was instantly slimed.
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Great rhyme. This was a joy to read.|
|Reviewed by Henry Lefevre
|It is nice to find another commedian in the poetry section. Viva Grace. May she live many moons.|
|Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
|Cute, so cute. You are on fire!|