My Muse prompted me to write a poem about her love of snails.
She was unaware of Brian, the cheerful, bashful and intelligent snail from The Magic Roundabout so I thought I would weave him into my poem.
I've included two videos, one from the original series and one from the revamp but I prefer the original Brian.
Brian
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Snails Are Fun Gastropods, And They Are So Cool
Brian Is One, From The Magic Roundabout
Carry Their Houses On Their Backs, They're No Fools
Eyes On Lengthy Stalks, They Are Always About
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Brian's A Happy Snail, Always Wears A Smile
Their Shells Make Beautiful Homes To Keep Them Safe
They Look After Your Garden, Build Up The Soil
Snails Feed At Night And Then Relax In The Day
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Brian, A Snail Who Is A Ray Of Sunshine
Snails Live In Houses That Look Like Bright Jewels
Curling Spiral Shells Of Hard Horn Protection
That Decorate Our Footpaths And Garden Walls
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Brian, My Favorite Television Snail
Always Makes Me Smile, And He Has Never Failed
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Comments (7)
Haha. That is cute. Well done.
π lol. Brain, is he your bf. Lol
Such a charming snail sonnet! <3 Snails are so nostalgic of childhood I feel. Wonderful job!
I was unaware of Brian. He's so adorable. Loved your poem!
This is way cute and I would read it to children in day care, preschool and kindergarten.
Lovely lighthearted piece!
love it How beautifully you Craft each piece just wondering