Home for Sale
You may think you really know me,You may think my life is easyThis home I carry burdens me,Yes it does, and it really gets me down. Been the same since I was a littleWhen all my family and me,Like a slimy, grimy row of houses,Up the cabbage stalks we’d slide. I didn’t like the feeling thenAnd I hope that you will see,Just cause home is on my doorstep,Life’s not as good as it could be. There are gaps I just can’t get throughBecause my shell house is too big,So the long way round I slitherWhen I arrive, there’s nowt to eat. I can never have sleep-overs,Nowhere for anyone to stay,For all it’s space, there’s only me,So friends, they all now stay away. How I feel, it is not easy,By all my family I am shunned,“You are a ruddy snail”, they tell me,“Just suck it up and stop your moans“. This heavy house I have atop me,It’s neither comfortable or snug,And I can tell you, truly, this isOne snail who’d rather be a slug!