I called my neighbour
About a snail on his wall,
By the time he came out outside
I couldn’t see it at all.
It had disappeared!
My neighbour was too slow
And that snail, I tell you,
Was on the go.
My neighbour
Is a sprightly nonagenarian
But that African snail, my friend,
Was a unique specimen.
Fastest snail ever
And I have seen a few,
In no time the fleet footed snail
Had gone out of view.
I started to write
After I called my neighbour,
My poem is now finished
But the snail was faster.
Just a true story
About a fast African snail
And if it did not impress you,
I guess I have failed.
Failed to impress you,
That is,
No doubt you are one
Of a fairly long list.
Stewart Russell © August 11, 2024
