Home for Sale
You may think you really know me
Because my home is here with me,
But, inflexible, it weighs so heavy
It really does, it gets me down.
Been the same since I was a snailette
And my family and me,
Like a slimy, grimy row of houses,
Up the cabbages we’d slide.
I didn’t like the feeling then
And I hope that you will see,
Just cause home is on my doorstep,
Life’s not as good as it could be.
There are gaps I just cannot traverse
Because my shelly house is big,
So the long way round I slither
When I arrive, there’s nowt to eat.
I can never have sleep-overs,
Nowhere for anyone to stay,
For all it’s space, there’s only me here,
So friends, they all now stay away.
How I feel, it is not easy,
By all my family I am shunned,
“You are a ruddy snail”, they tell me,
“Just suck it up and stop your moans“.
I’ve tried to have a better outlook
But I can’t help the way I feel
I know it’s left me all alone now,
This mobile home’ll be the death of me.
This heavy house I have atop me,
Really sends me cursing mad,
And I can tell you, truly, this is
One snail who’d rather be a …. slug!
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