Rescue

10 June 2008

An asphalt rambler, thumbnail-scale
with tentacles a-waggle:
this is, I have to tell you, snail,
a silly place to straggle.

I stoop and, plucked, you soar and land.
I fondly beg your pardon;
you’d thank me, could you understand.
Enjoy your nice new garden.

Draft #1 written for Erin for no apparent reason. It was edited with help from the WritingFeedback bods (because, aptly, it needed a lot of rescuing itself).