True story about a slug

There was a cheeky little slug
Its skin all cold and slimy
I was washing pots one night
and there it was, stood by me

I don't know how it got there
with its slippy slimy skin
I just wanted to pick it up
and put it in the bin!

But...I couldn't do it!
I could not cope with the guilt...
And so I watched it slither
to a drop of milk i'd spilt

Consequently educated
as to what slugs do -
then as to my disbelief
I watched it do a tiny poo!

I did not know that slugs do poo!
who knows between are far and few
and once I knew that slugs could poo
I can't help myself thinking..."Ew!"