The slugs

The slugs rejoiced in the night
They had a ruckus party in the garden
Way past midnight
At the expense of the lettuce and flowers
Who now have tatters in their gowns

The flowers prefer a full dress
To the modern holey look
That the slugs doled out in the night
I will have to have a talk with them
Or leave out glasses of beer
Where the slugs can drown the flower sorrows
In ale