It’s dark out there
In the night
The moon is the only light
Blinded by the dense black
I look through the window but I look back
I see only myself reflected there
Trying to see out, but there’s a glare
I dim the light to see more
And what I saw shook me to the core
For under the oak I saw a tail
It slithered and made a silver trail
It raised its head at looked at me
Two silver eyes as cold as cold can be
It went to the cabbages and began to munch
On the green leaves his midnight lunch
The demonic snail, the king of them all
Eating my cabbages with fervour and gall!
I’d chase him off but he was bigger than me
Ate the whole row of ten!
Bet you don’t believe me!
But he will be back next month for more
Until then I’ll lock my door
For it’s an unnatural thing that snail
This is why the house is for sale!
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