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I'm just a simple cabbage worm, chomping on the leaves of Life.
A nibble here, a nibble there; very little toil and strife.
And when my mandibles are tired of chewing what I ate
I sit upon the meaty pulp and coolly contemplate
cabbages and kings becrawled and miles of Pieris feces
I've left strewn upon my plate.

Before I close my wormy lids, I say a little plea:

Dear god of all us lowly worms, smile kindly now on me.
If I should die before I wake, please make it quick and sweet.
Should I end up within the gut of robin or of crow
I do not mind whate'er befalls; I just don't want to know.

But if I live to crawl again, please lead me to the Prize,
the Cabbage of all cabbages where I may idolize 
Yourself, Great Worm, the Idol of Our Lives. 

And so, to sleep and lovely dreams
of cabbages and kings and strewing miles of feces
on celestial cabbage plates.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 4/15/2013 8:14:00 PM
This reminded me of a green worm I found inside a corn cob years ago. I kept him in a tin can as a pet for a little over a year. I enjoyed reading this one.
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Date: 4/12/2013 9:39:00 PM
I liked this one Alot:)
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