The snail spends its night going chew, chew, chew
And then stealthily slithers on its layer of goo.
Through the darkest hours it feeds, feeds, feeds,
Preferring lush plants to your common weeds.
Your vegetables cringe and tremble with fear
When you’re not around and those snails are near.
Your hosta will cower and your lettuce will shake,
But these criminals hope that you won't awake.
The shiny black slugs prowl your gardens too
And they also slide forward on layers of goo.
They chomp away at their favourite greens -
All those succulent plants and tender green beans.
We hard working gardeners don’t want these thieves,
Who gobble their way through our precious young leaves,
But during the daytime they all hide and wait
And when the sun sets, they unite with their mates.
You can see where they’ve been by their silvery trails –
Those glistening marks left by both slugs and snails.
They have relished their meals, committed their crimes
And left their goodbyes with a trademark of slime.
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I hope you like this poem. Children and teachers obviously did as they chose it as one of almost 400 poems for publication in 2010. Josie