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| Michael's Slug | |
| By amanda4uk | ||||||||
| 07 January 2007 | ||||||||
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Michael’s room was small and neat, his bed was big and smelt of feet, he kept a slug in a paper cup and gave it grass and leaves to suck. He called it John, he liked that name And played with him out in the rain, When it got too warm, in he’d run, John didn’t like the boiling hot sun. On a cold and rainy Tuesday morning Michael’s mum with out any warning, Went into his room to clean and tidy, Which she normally did on a Friday. She looked around and there she saw A black, slimy shape creeping up the wall, She quickly opened the window wide And flicked the creature right out side. Down he fell and landed with a bump, He had stuck to the path in a messy lump Around he looked, he didn’t move fast And almost got squashed as a dog ran past. He found a leaf and started to nibble And did so with lots of spit and dribble, He really enjoyed his morning snack, But now must think of how to get back!
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