When Snails Cry

How do!  I think this is the only poem I’ve got that rhymes.

 

When snails cry

You can see tears

From their tiny eyes.

Eyes out on stalks

Eyes out for walks.

Behind those eyes

Lies a surprise.

No one knows

Their silent pain

But no one is to blame,

Fate plays a cruel game,

The shell of a snail

Makes it lame,

Weighs it down,

Like a pound

But makes no sound.

The voiceless cries

Of snails,

Their sticky membrane trails

Bring shame

Upon their kind;

But never mind.

So many healthy greens

Have been left behind.

The snail can pick and choose

Which makes up for its ooze.

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By Daniel Tavet(c)

( image from maniacworld.com)

 

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