Ode to a slug

I found a slug
and called it Doug
lobbed it in the bath
and pulled the plug.

Very good and emotional, brought a tear to my eye

toxic_noir wrote:

wudnt it block the plug hole
i mean u kno they arent small slugs are they
n quite slippery if u tread on one
but unlike doggy doos they dont stick to ur trainers

It nearly blocked the plughole .... till i tipped the bath salt in :)

u use salt in ur bath ?
why not use matey bubble bath like a normal person

bubbles..... in a bath?

can i say thats for wimmin,poofs...and southerners.

Down here we eat lard...bathe in salt.... and die early :)

That poor slug being dissolved in agonising salt

Most ppl just lob them over the neighbours garden fence......

which I of course don't do

Can i just make it clear that no slugs were harmed in the making of my poem...
It fully recovered and was last seen heading north and reeking of Jasmine lol.

I do that genie...

u mean the slugs not the bath u throw over the fence

Reeking of jasmine!!

Tox, I wouldn't be able to lob a bath over a fence I have enough trouble trying not to fall into it these days....and that's without any booze in me!

have we just learnt that grumpy baths in jasmine bath smellys?

It would seem so

i bet on sundays he uses lavander smellin bubble bath

I think most men use digested baked beans bubble bath tbh

toxic_noir wrote:

have we just learnt that grumpy baths in jasmine bath smellys?

I meant smelling of coal dust...... Doh :)

You have been sussed Mr Jasmine

slug,slug
in me mug




Thank you

Slippy slimy sloppy slug
soft and smooth
under me jug

Well if it's a beer jug then that's no surprise, slugs love beer

not many in the pubs round here...are you sure?

Very sure, one house where I lived a small bit of glass was missing from the bott6 of the back door, slugs kept coming in after the cats food so my mum said put a bowl of beer down the slugs will fall into the bowl and drown, so I did as she said, looked an hour later and a few slugs had crawled inside the bowl and were drinking the beer, so off to bed I went and left them to it....next morning checked the bowl, not one slug in sight not even a dead one in the bowl, but I left the bowl of beer there.

That evening, went to feed the cats, looked at the bowl and there were loads of slugs on and around the bowl with more making their way through the back door! Little buggas were having a party!!!

Day after the glass in the back door was replaced....no more slugs

Well i like the odd Slug of Whiskey now and then

oh slug oh slug
don't be forlorn
one day you'll make it
across me lawn.