Grumbles.
My mind,
Is focsed,
On food.
There,
Far away,
I see,
A snail.
Lucky,
For me,
The Snail,
Is going,
As fast,
As it can
Be.
But,
I am,
Faster.
As I,
Move,
The snail,
See me.
No matter,
What it,
Does,
Or how,
Thinks.
It will,
Still move,
At a,
Snails pace.
It gets,
Bigger,
And bigger.
Then,
I touch,
It's Shell.
It knows,
No matter,
What it says.
It will be,
My lunch,
Today.
