Slippery, slimy, slithering slugs.
How dare you show your little mugs.
Chomping holes wherever you please.
Dining on the loveliest Hosta leaves.
But ... since you seem to be my guest.
Before you begin your evening's quest.
A little night-time toddy might be nice.
Perhaps, something with a dash of spice.
Wait! I know - it seems so clear.
How about salty chips with beer?
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
