A Snail's Race

A trust in fate,
To ride one's luck,
And slew,
The minefield of life,
On tenterhooks.

The eyes on stalks,
Not scared to look,
Or miss,
Sharp thorns and strife of,
Gobbledygook.

Burden on back,
The Path mistook,
To spiral through,
And jack-knife,
By hook, by crook.

Say what?

Short 'n' sweet again tonight as it is the weekend after all. Here is a little fella I spotted right on top of the holly hedge. Not entirely sure how it got up there, or indeed where it is going even, but I kind of recognised the tricky path ahead and admired the plucky spirit.

Postscript: Terrible Joke #47

A man hears a knock on his front door and goes to answer it. Opening it, he sees no one but notices a snail sitting on the door mat. Suddenly overcome with a mean streak, he picks up the snail, and hurls it across the street.

2 Years Later

Theres a knock at that same mans door. He opens it, looks around but there is no one there again. He looks down and sees the same snail. The snail looks up at him, and says "What the hell was that all about?"