Three snails hitched to a frying pan
were pulling hard, they had a plan.
The frying pan was solid steel
said number one snail, yes a wheel
would be the answer to this work,
snail number two: 'You little jerk,
just pull, pretend you are a man...'
And number three yelled 'I'm a fan
of putting out for a good cause',
but then he did inser a pause:
'Let's face it folks, we are just snails,
who'd ever blame us, if this fails? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moving a Nudge as Fast as it Can won’t speed three snails into frying pan Breakfast will come, as will dessert but cook too fast, leads to blow end plan so better to wait than have head stuck in sand.. PS.. unless fire in kitchen.. then throw sand very good.. Dxx