A slug and a snail had a race
They got going at such a fast pace
That they both fell down dead
Near the garden shed
If them there is now not a trace
A slug and a snail had a race
They got going at such a fast pace
That they both fell down dead
Near the garden shed
If them there is now not a trace
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For the rum
drinking gardener
named fred
had been drinking
outside
his garden shed
And when he was done
he drunkenly spilt some
so now
that poor slug and snail
are dead 🐌
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Sib sob. Poor things. Victims. All of them!
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Lol
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Ha!
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I was going to write a poem comment in response to the original… and then I saw this… this is brilliant 😂
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Lol
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