Oh, what is it with you?
If the Mexicans can drink
Tequila with a worm
Can you tell me what's wrong
With a slug in your beet root juice?
Granted, that it was unplanned
And was still alive,
But you have to admit
You're so fussy.
All this noise about
A tiny little slug!
You're never going
To let me forget, are you?
Just for your education
Two centuries ago
Tuberculosis patients
Would go at dawn in the garden
And feast on freshly picked slugs.
What do you mean,
You don't have tuberculosis?
Really, there is no way to please you!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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