The Adventures of Slimy Steve

Once upon a time, in a garden fair,
Lived a snail, with a slime so rare,
He was known as Slimy Steve, oh so grand,
With a trail so slick, he could slide on the sand.

He loved to go out, in the morning dew,
To explore the flowers, and the grass so blue,
But his favorite thing, was to climb up high,
On the tallest plants, where the sky was nigh.

One day, as he was climbing a rose,
He slipped and fell, on his slimy nose,
He tumbled down, with a slimy thud,
But he got back up, with a slimy shrug.

He continued on, with his slimy quest,
To explore the world, and all its rest,
With his slimy trail, and his slimy grin,
He was the happiest snail, in the garden.

The end

[Note: The poem is a fictional and not meant to be taken seriously, it's just for fun.]