Before dawn, before the mail arrived and my heart was broken
A container load of Lady Snails
Were washed to the shores in Wemyss Bay
Each varnished in an array of vibrant colours
Pinks, purples, oranges and sequin red
Their lashes fluttered in the spray
No, doubt giggles could be heard up on the Brae
Lounging on pebbles with a come what may
Playing cards, learning English
Saying "love you" to the old man walking his stray
They tenderly brushed, Drank tea in a peacock display
paddled in the rock pools, discussing a favourite lay
I followed their silver trail when night followed day
Up to Sauchiehall Street where the big boys play
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