A FAIR PAIR

A FAIR PAIR Willy the worm would want to wiggle Just a joke joining in with joyful jiggle Gaity I guess, giving guffaw or giggle Delighted to dig and dive down deep Why one would wish to walk or weep Continually checking, caution to keep As surface security seldom seems safe Worried to wander as a whining waif Choices change, yet chancing to chafe Stop being silly, Sam Snail softly said I’m slimy and I slither slowly instead However heavy to hold I have a head No shame sheltering in a shiny shell I’ll try to tempt you with tales to tell Quiet questioning quite easy to quell My mistake made if I’m mild or meek Supposing no special space to speak Being breakfast in a blackbird’s beak None need know any new unknowns Both born blind, bare with no bones Grudgingly, grinds grates and groans Great, gradually going underground So silent, simply still sensing no sound Finer feelings of fairness finally found Basically being what a bare belly begs Dripping not drowning, draining dregs Laughing’s allowed, even lacking legs