Slug in a Bun

We are at the tail end (very punny) of the short rains, and the ground is fairly covered with banana slugs - which are the cause of much mirth and excitement for some of us (ok, mainly just me!). In the rich tradition of gross-out, cross-over children's poetry, I present:

Slug in Bun

Yellow and black on forest floor,

like a New York City cab - off duty.

Banana slug smugly snores,

looking impossibly snooty.

Snoozing in dead center of the trail,

I stepped around his slimy highness.

‘Detritivore!’, daddo details,

without intentional wryness.

Well, said I, inside my head,

my hermaphodritic homey.

Time for me to break some bread

and for you to show me -

How you did get that tasty sobriquet.

Quick as a blink, I did slap sluggy

into a whole wheat hot dog bun.

No ketchup here, it’s far too muggy

the food chain, mon cher, can’t be outrun

by a mere gastropod!

I dabbed my mouth, feeling a little green

With my favourite red bandana.

I’ll say this though, for outdoor cuisine:

I much prefer a ripe banana,

to that slithery gelatine!