“Where would you like to meet?”
Asked the gnome, standing on his feet.

“Out back, under the old wood seat,”
Replied the snail, resting in the peat.

“Oh, that would be oh so neat,”
Said the gnome, pondering the feat.

“It will be shady, out of the summer heat,”
Replied the snail, wishing he had feet.

“Yes, it will. It would be such a treat,”
Said the gnome, longing for a snack to eat.

“Alas, to get there we’d have to cheat,”
Pondered the snail, made of concrete.

“Who would take us to our retreat?”
Sighed the gnome in sadness and defeat.

“Perhaps some ants could form a fleet,”
Said the snail, “And haul us at night, discrete.”

“Oh,” replied the gnome, “That would be sweet.
But I fear they’ll not, now that it’s gonna sleet.”

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