How do! I think this is the only poem I've got that rhymes.
When snails cry
You can see tears
From their tiny eyes.
Eyes out on stalks
Eyes out for walks.
Behind those eyes
Lies a surprise.
No one knows
Their silent pain
But no one is to blame,
Fate plays a cruel game,
The shell of a snail
Makes it lame,
Weighs it down,
Like a pound
But makes no sound.
The voiceless cries
Of snails,
Their sticky membrane trails
Bring shame
Upon their kind;
But never mind.
So many healthy greens
Have been left behind.
The snail can pick and choose
Which makes up for its ooze.