False start.

February 1, 2017


I put my foot in my welly,
I gave the top a big tug.
But as my toes hit the bottom,
they wrapped around a fat slug.


I felt it burst as I touched it,
it made a sickening pop.
I pulled out my foot in a hurry,
but my sock was covered in slop.


I chucked the sock in a corner,
the dog picked the bits off my toes.
he wanted to lick my fingers,
but he still had slug on his nose.


I now always check my wellies
for slugs and spiders or worse.
The joys of country living
can sometimes feel like a curse!
Jan Millward©


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