The Worm - Nursery Rhyme
The usual teller, with a nursery tale
A tale over the strangling of a worm
legendary speech, looking for a trail
Faithful and valiant heroes in a storm
The worm was sleeping on a tree.
A little tanning won't damage me.
She awoke rigid, tingly, and tight.
A heavy, lengthy slumber is trite.
Where the petals are all going to bloom.
Forlornly waiting for its morning snack.
The rose is split, wilted, in a doom.
The worm is borne by a long, leafy stalk.
Birds fly, and earthworms are thrown.
Daffodils with frills poking through
A lunar worm shows us all grown.
As clouds obscure our vision in hue.
Written: March 10, 2023
Kids Creativity and Learning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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