On snails

I envy  snails their shining shells sublime.

For mortgages are  large, a  human crime

.Alas the shell’s a fragile luttle house

On second thoughts I’d rather be a mouse.

I’d sleep inside your slipper by the bed

I’d go into the kitchen, look for bread.

If I became a cat,would Oscar mind?

I’ll check with him to find out his designs.

Yet going back to snails I do declare.

Evolution might lead to despair

Snails would be quite safe were they alone.

Human beings treat them like they’re stones

Into the void, the sightless foot can step

Bringing instant death, Christ Jesus wept.