Making its way across the Great Greenhouse Floor,
a small, slimy hero begins a looooooong trek to the door,
(The journey taking at least an hour or more.)
Daring, but not dashing,
Brownish, but not clashing,
it looks up; the light against its armor flashing.
Suddenly, a flower pot rolls from the door,
it’s an unfair fight; like an ant against a boar.
There is no skirmish, just a little stain,
and our tiny hero is no more.