|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|Ha! perfect kid poem, luv it!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|"Sluggishly" most effective; delightfully concocted, Pat. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Icky sticky slimy slug
Crawled right into my beer mug
Found he had no place to go
He became my escargot
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I love good wordplay and this one is really something kids would enjoy. I hope you are sharing it with them.
On the other hand, I recently discovered escargot. It's hard to believe that the slimy creatures can be cooked in a way that makes them taste like chewy beef and not at all slimy like okra–uughh!
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Tooooo cute! My grandson is going to love this, Pat! Thanks for the smiles this morning!
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Gotta love this, Pat,
it's marvelous - language, pace,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Yuk. I like 'em battered'n fried.
I'm glad I checked over here, because I don't remember getting an update for this poem, and I would have remembered it because of the name. Anyway, battered'n fried, Coors Light . . .
Naw, I don't drink anymore, except for my one glass of cheap California burgundy before bedtime, which is coming up.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|Just the thought makes me yukky mukky. My grandson has a slug that is about 3 inches long, and quite fat and slimey. Shudder!
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|funny, funny, funny...