Un escargot

Un limmerick que escribí hoy en la mañana. Nada fuera de lo normal, pero a mí me gustó.

UN ESCARGOT

On the evening of May the 23rd
something happened I'd never heard:

a curious snail managed to crawl
alone, inside a very old hall

that had been closed for too much time
for it was once the place of a gruesome crime.

But he was brave and had no fear
and of course he'd never shed a tear.

He never looked behind his back,
his courage never showed a crack.

He entered alone inside the room
and it was filled with so much gloom

enough to make anyone shiver
and pour and sweat just like a river.

He slipped across the wooden floor
watching carefully the wall decor.

And when he was about to reach an armor
standing tall inside a glass door,

the lights went up, a ball began
and the poor snail just couldn't run!

He couldn't move, he was scared stiff,
like an old lady a step before a cliff.

He tried to hide inside his shell
but it was about to be unleashed hell,

and with a crunch, and a loud squish
he became something, he didn't wish.

Another crime had been committed
but no one would ever had admitted

that some snail's entrails over the parquet
were more than a nuisance for a nice soiree.