The Snail by Neil Howell

Come listen to the tale
of a snail on the TRAIL,
a whale of a snail
like a billowing sail
in the face of a gale,
with a shell so pale
in milk-bottle mail
enchained from its head to its tail.

Don’t fail to say “hail”
to this frail plastic snail
as you pass in the day;
and don’t be afraid
or take flight at night
or rail at the sight
of a snail on parade
in the pale moonlight.

Pray for the snail.
For remember one day,
one September day,
that snail will quail
as its tentacles flail,
knowing it’s come to the end of the TRAIL.
You may wail for the snail
but to no avail,
for the snail on display
has had its day.
It will be ….. descaled.

And that is the tale
of a snail on the TRAIL.

 

 

 

 

TAAG – Snail