Snail nail, hitting on a tree. Snail mail, waiting for a tree. Snail hail, hitting on a leaf. Snail trail, waiting for a leaf. Hasty snail hidden singing a bitter rhyme about Humpty Dumpty, smelly hail, an invisible trail, and slow mail. Snail sits on a leaf, leaves a smelly trail as it goes up a tree, but falls and breaks its smelly shell. The shell leaves me alone as I can’t condone its use of words, so cruel. It’s me, before being so rude. Being on a leaf, wanting for a tree to find my way: a way to peace, through me, smelly snail, sanely me.