Wednesday, 12 June 2013


A little molluscan versery...

Kissing the snail

The lipless mollusc puckers up,
Rasping tongue withdrawn –
There’ll be no escargot-kissing today;
Its footgutface extends
A tentacle or four
To feel-taste-see
If you are reciprocating –
Don’t mind the slime,
What’s a little mucus between friends?
Gently cup the spiral shell, lean in,
Hoping for a flash-bang-twinkle,
To manifest a glittering prince or princess –
Sorry, but that’s frogs
And you’ve just kissed a gastropod.

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