Slugs 2017 Poem by Phil Soar

Slugs 2017



The slugs are back, the gardener said
I won't be happy, until they're dead
I'll put out salt, and little beer
To try and kill them all this year
The bloody things leave slimy trails
And all my poison attempts fail
But this year they will disappear
I've got a flame thrower right here

Thursday, April 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: gardening
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