WHEN THERE WAS ONE,
THE SLITHER HAD JUST BEGUN.
WHEN THERE WAS TWO,
THE SLIP WAS NEARLY NEW.
WHEN THERE WAS THREE
THEY HARDLY FIT ON A TREE.
WHEN THERE WAS FOUR,
THE SLIME WAS NOT MUCH MORE.
WHEN THERE WAS FIVE,
THEY REALLY STARTED TO THRIVE.
BUT NOW WITH SIX,
WHERE IS MY STICK 🐌🔨
#POEM
