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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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