Brad I the Banana Slug, First King of Fall Creek
Ventured out to survey his dominion last week.
Brad sped* to a vantage point. With great discerning,
He carefully inspected all things concerning:
Ferns ferning? Trees yearning? Trails turning? Creek churning?
Check, check, check and check. But then, upon adjourning
Someone** seized the slimy sovereign (“Such insolence!”),
Treasonously posed Brad for an audience,
And enabled a gaggle of hiking teenagers
To Instagram His Majesty. (“Picture stagers!”)
Manufactured mollusk monarch mug shots? Scandal!
The crowd dispersed. A kind soul (with care did handle)
Quite gently returned Brad to bubbling creekside
Where to this day (per our sources) he still presides.
~ Camp Host Chad
(* 0.0061349693 mph)
(** Not affiliated with Campfire Tales)
4 thoughts on “Mollusk Monarch Mug Shots”
I must say,
You made my day!
I’m glad my rhyme
Has blessed your time.
What a lovely hike
to inspire such verbiage.
When next I am near,
I’ll take in the herbage!
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Now take a hike
Near what you like!