Me too most of the time; however, a little creature put things in perspective the other day at my cabin. He was tooling along across my sidewalk when I saw him, and we chatted. Ok, I chatted he listened. As always, my mind drifted during the conversation, and this is what came of it. Enjoy!

SNAILS PACE/PACE OF A SNAIL

Caught sight of a snail moving on the rock,

Thinks I would be neat if that guy could talk.

You’re in a hurry, but no, see your pace,

Antennae quivered, put me in my place.

Ah, mister, he squeaked, glaring in my eyes,

Dude, you think me slow because of your size.

Nope, you’re dinky, but the size of my nail,

Clearly, you move at the pace of a snail.

That made him mad; his backside did shiver,

Amped up the action, all he could give her.

Laughed at his discomfort; man, you’re an Ace,

Still comes down to basics; you’ve got a snail’s pace.

Little eyes got red; the ground started smokin’,

Guy had no fear, don’t know what he was tokin.

Fire lit underneath as fumes flew from his tail,

If cops could have caught him, he’d went straight to jail.



I thought to myself, as I last saw his face,

Wow, he’s a racer, then he’s gone, with no trace.

Now see low speed different, I’m slower to rail,

He keeps it legal bout the pace of a snail.