Worms
Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character, I warrant.
All they do is wriggle,
wiggle to distraction,
captured by the early bird
they're skewered to inaction,
yet they aerate the soil,
help in nature's grand design,
I must print a full retraction,
they're not grisly, they're just fine.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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