RDP Saturday: Sick

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My hostas are sick
being eaten alive
They are full of holes
are shrivelled, taking a dive
They really have no chance
against an army of slime
Twenty-seven thousand teeth
is the slug munching crime
All I can do is to hope to stop their lick
Three beds of hostas
Are feeling very sick
Where is the salt
That will make slugs melt
But then I have slimy puddles
On a conveyer belt

RDP Saturday: Sick