S is for the slime trail that you see,
L’s for languid pace; moves glacially,
U’s for über ugly gooey globs that bug me,
G’s for garden whore that eats my lettuce and much more.

Both slugs and the snails I abhor.

Slugs are sluts for all the garden food,
slugs are spawned in a very huge brood.
Kale—they’re gonna take it as fast as the seeds can make it.
Slugs: salt ’em down and they’re screwed.

S is for a swig, big, of whiskey,
L is for the liquor me likey,
U’s for underneath the table where you’ll find me,
G’s for glugging more than I should from the package store.

It’s doing something I adore.

Sluggin’ down the hard stuff and the brew,
slugging neighbors when I’ve had a few.
Ale—sure I can take it. My thirst—it will never slake it. . .
sluggin’ down a great big slew.

Slugs comin’ out of my .22,
slugs guaranteed by Amendment 2.
Slugs, on pages make ’em; vending machines will not take ’em.
Slug is 32.2.*

“Slug” has meanings, quite few.


*the gravitational unit of mass in the foot-pound-second system to which a pound force can impart an acceleration of one foot per second per second and which is equal to the mass of an object weighing 32.2 pounds