Lots of mentions today, about slugs, snails and small slimy things, all out in the wide, wet world this morning. All moving on their own pathways; slow, fast, seen and unseen. I ,as ever, rambling along, taking it all in, (post later) , and thinking about a few posts I had read..
So, this silly rhyme is for TessHardy , who is going to try Oldfloss strategies of thinking of poems, song or rhymes to take her mind off her aching legs/feet...... McFitty has written a brilliant one..to the tune of We Plough the Fields! It is with SleepySloth in mind also, who braced the dampness and the onslaught of Slug Central this morning. 
Seen on a Morning Run
It's easy to dismiss a slug,
As being less than pleasant.
It doesn't have the same allure,
As a squirrel or a pheasant.
The snail has little more in charm,
But, it has a shiny shell.
The myriad colours please the eye,
It moves with grace, as well
So, in the morning, as I run,
And muse on the slimy path-mate.
I wonder if they view my feet
As harbingers of cruel fate?
I see them there, I halt, mid -stride,
And stand and simply ponder,
Can my feet get, more soggy and wet
If I stand there much longer ?
They pause and seem to stare at me,
With cold and baleful glare.
A great galumphing running thing
With no right to be there.
I cannot wait until they pass,
My run time's almost all gone.
And though I may dislike the slime,
I'll still try, not to squish one.
Because...
I may be viewed as a slug, or snail,
By a giant runner, who thinks, that
I'm just a weird slow- moving thing,
And with his foot squash me flat!
I am not yet obsessive enough (or fast enough) to note in my Garmin statistics 'This run was slower than usual because I was avoiding slugs.' But the day may come!
Week 9 and still loving it !
Thank you all wk7 done!
W4 R1
