Sonnet to Snails.

Bad poetry… bloody hell I can’t comment I come out with awful stuff. At the beginning of my English degree, we were asked to write sonnets as a potential for our portfolio. It took me a little less than 2 hours to realize that I can NOT write a serious, profound breath taking sonnet like Shakespeare. In fact, I got very frustrated about the matter and stamped my little foot deciding to ditch the form completely. The following weekend was when some of my friends came back from their scatterings across the country, and beer and spirits were high in our reunion. A very inebriated Cerridwen recalled on the frustration on her lack of Shakespeare skills after being questioned on the success of the new course. Staggering home, it was raining, and I exclaimed to my friend holding me upright that there were no slimy critters roaming the streets. For some reason in my drunken state I was deeply disturbed by the fact there were no snails or slugs about. I ended up writing this in a semi-sober state. The theme of “bad poetry” reminded me of it and I dug it out (I cannot guarantee accuracy to the form and I promise I was on beer, no other substance i'm just bat-shit weird).
Sonnet to Snails:
I have not seen a single snail today,This is behavior I find curious
Particularly due to rain and grey
Weather that paints the wild sky furious

I am quite afraid it may be the worst
I mean, what is a snail without his thirst
For nectar of the clouds they dive headfirst
I am quite afraid it may be the worst

Heed this fair warning my sweet humankind
They could be plotting world domination
The likes of which will blow your tiny mind
Slavery, torture and mass dictation.

But hey, let us not worry too much guys,
I have been drinking far too much, surprise!