I know a slug named sorrow
Oozing trails of gooey mucus
That leak from his eel like body
And harden on my carpet
So that the fibers become stiff
and the floor is an uncomfortable place
To sit.
He resists all kinds of salt
Cannot be plucked, and when cut-
He merely multiplies. I do not fuss with him.
He'll dries up when those clouds are gone
And the sun comes in
he'll dry* sorry about t
Oozing trails of gooey mucus
That leak from his eel like body
And harden on my carpet
So that the fibers become stiff
and the floor is an uncomfortable place
To sit.
He resists all kinds of salt
Cannot be plucked, and when cut-
He merely multiplies. I do not fuss with him.
He'll dries up when those clouds are gone
And the sun comes in
he'll dry* sorry about t