Gordon, as you know, was a very old snail
Whose eyesight was beginning to fail,
But he knew his bucket list by rote
And kept it as a folded note
In the pocket closest to his heart,
And every day Gordon would start
By deciding which ambition to pursue
And double-checking what to do.
Today Gordon's face was glowing,
His excitement just kept on growing,
For he'd met a lady snail of late
And today would be meeting her for a date.
This was another item on his list,
For Gordon until recently had never been kissed,
But pole vault failure had changed his luck
And Gordon was hoping for a lovely time.
So he set off at breakfast with his flowers
As he knew that it would take him hours
And he hoped the flowers wouldn't wilt before
He managed to arrive at his true love's door.
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