ROCKS EVERYWHERE

Rocks beside the wall.

Rocks to make you crawl.

Rocks along the path.

Rocks to show my wrath.

Rocks if we get mad

when you think you are rad.

Rocks when you act nice

'I’ll make you pay the price.'

Rocks are handy tools

to teach the meanest rules.

Rocks are always near

to throw when you don’t hear.

And if there is a need

to break or to impede,

Rocks can make it known

Just who’ll pick up the stone.

IN DEFENSE OF THE SNAIL

Reconsider the gait of the snail

Stalely trailing along the ground

Its ilk, oft-maligned creatures

Such is the lot of a gastropod

Oddly plodding its way around

Without any limb-like features

And what more – saddled with a shell

On belly gel does it drudgingly glide

It neither romps nor frolics

Instead leaving the wake of its slime

Its timing stymied by the frame it’s supplied

So perseveres the staid mollusk

Surpassed by its cousin the slug

Who smugly chugged as it vainly gloated

Deriding the snail as molasses-y slow

“What you lack is ferocity

Your velocity lost steam as you locomoted

Your only potential is escargot”

But refrain from discounting this breed

Its speed impeded by a dearth of feet

Constrained to travel via gut

Imagine yourself in its place

Embracing a pace not so fleet

How swift a prone beeline could you cut?

MOTIONING

When your head won’t speak,

won’t say, won’t shout

‘til your hands shove air

and your arms help out…

motion that word!