The Slug’s Morning After
Scottie woke to the summer sun,
beating down on this dehydrated body,
intensifying the thumping headache
Scottie was once again sloshed!
Sunrise had long since passed,
the orange beer soaked soil,
had been baking in the sun,
turning the beer stale.
Then stinking seems soon
reached Scotties, sensitive snot.
surrendering the contents of
his tiny slug stomach.
Scottie squinted
as he open his sore eyes,
the sun’s glare made them
hurt even more.
Scottie forced himself
to surrendered to the sight,
of the morning sun,
reminding him of headache.
Surveying his surroundings,
Scottie was startled by
the sight of orange peals,
scattered all over the garden.
Quickly closing his sore eyes,
he sank, Deb would not be impressed
with the terrible sight he saw!
He struggled to remember
The party games they played,
What had happened to
Deb’s prized garden?
Her beloved lettuce leaves in shreds.
It looked nothing like.
the supreme veggie patch,
he had decorated last night.
Instead it was swamped by waste.
The pristine patch was
scarred by shredded lettuce,
baby peas and baby carrots
and assorted smelly socks.
As the pungent smells
reached his snort
Scottie spewed adding to
the seeping strench.
Eventually he braved
the sights and the smells
to survey the damage done
in the veggie patch.
To his delight,
he discovered someone,
had arrange the orange skins,
to say, THANK YOU!
Debbie Chilton (c) Copyright, 2012
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