How To Eat a Can of Worms

A tree house high within the leaves A crowd of friends to cheer you on While sun shines high within the sky And birds nearby do sing their song The buzzing laughter of the bees Is noise as silence fills the room While friends, they stare and wait their turn Watch a face that smiles, turn to gloom And then the fork, it so descends Unto the waiting open lair To take them out and place on tongue Because just one had dared to dare
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Winter Avatar
February 6, 2009 at 1:06 PM
~lol~ And ewwww!! Boys will be boys. This is precious Michael. Love, Shar
Atanacio Avatar
February 6, 2009 at 12:56 PM
rich-- alot of protien..LOL this was a very good read thank you
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February 6, 2009 at 9:08 AM
What a fun poem this is! I can see it happening!! My own son, at 3 years old, picked up a snail off the sidewalk and popped it into his mouth before I could stop him. Even at an early age, it seems he already had a taste for French cuisine....escargot! :)
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