Slugs!

Foul slugs leave their trails of shining misery.
Where they had been,
So obviously marked.
Eating green stuff in their path.
The sunlight drew the greenery out into the day.
Almost saying eat me please.
Well eat me anyway.

At sluggish face.
She slowly states.
'Smile please'.
No darling.
A face without expression.
In fact without a face.

This slug faced being,
Only munches greenery.
It hates cheese and slime.
Not keen on saline either.
It makes it's insides melt.
And the outside too.
Nothing left but shiny mark.
A little bit of soggy sludge!

I detest slugs and I'm not a gardener!

By ladylivvi1

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