Stalking Venus

Continuing with the snail theme inspired by the Slinkachu post, here are two poems by Gus Ferguson:

Conjunction
Me&ering along the str&
(&ante, stepping, serab&)
Where littorally sea joins l&
I spied, engraved upon the s&
A perfect, snaildrawn ampers&

Go to the snail, thou Sluggard
The snail, most people think a pest,
It spins no web nor weaves a nest.
Its morals make the prudes uptight:
Low, languid lust! Hermaphrodite!
It bears no fang nor tooth nor tusk,
Lacks backbone! Cowardly mollusc!

And yet, I rather love the snail:
Whom thrush and humans rarely fail
To crush to eat or disembowel
With vicious beak or garden trowel.

It totes around with stoic grace
A sylvan, spiral carapace.
With leaden ballast, sailing slow,
Go carefully my escargot.

Submitted by Abby. Source: Gus Ferguson
Thanks A!