Snail's Deputy Reports
November (Snail Month) Report 1
Dear Snail,
I am a nightslug who unloads chimneys
into the gray, pottywatered Pollywhattamee,
hence it's naming.
Sprees are common here; Winners and
losers alike tamper together in the street
of their night's meaning, like
whimpering lovers... and perpetuated
appetites linger.
This is the land of plenty &
live-longer dads, vitamins,
babies. Wives and (optional
) fjords abound.
Pollywhattamee ain't perfect,
but it's home!
...to us nightlugs, anyway.
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