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Jun 2017
House for sale or rent
the worm wanted the sale
he followed the footpath
along the silvery trail.
The directions he found well
there was a notice hung by a nail
he put on his spectacles and read
"available" do not fail.
He searched for more words
he had no idea what this meant
The snail shuddered under his breath
the worm sniffed the scent
This property belongs to a snail
he slithered away in disgust
he sulked as far as his worm hole
and settled amongst the dust.
Cant blame me for trying he thought
just wanted to upgrade
he cried cruel tears all night
and decided to keep the hole he'd made.
Written by
cheryl love
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