He was never as good as the other children, At school they made him think he was to slow For their games of Hide & Seek As how hard is it to find a slug when A slippery, slimy trails left behind him. He was never that fast always taking Time to get to those places that Others would speedily get too. But what was the fun of missing Views, People, Scenery Always rushed past, he would take a Moment to speak to those taking time Out of a gradual slow day, until someone not Gazing, Looking, Noticing The slimly little trail, as they disappeared Down a soggy path, anger turned to laugher As they had the time of their life. And on that day a new venture was played A slowly little fellow, Would slowly edge his way up the hill. Once he was there, once he chilled out, they Slipped, Slithered, Skidded, Down the ***** with glee, a little fellow He didn't run, jump, skip, only slowly walked, But no one minded. It wasn't the climb up, The school walk wasn't as slow anymore, It was the speed that everyone went the other way down.