Worms

Worms are grisly,
quite abhorrent,
slimy, and a world apart from
style and character I'll 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,
think I'll print a full retraction
they're not grisly, they're just fine!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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November 18, 2008 at 6:52 AM
I really enjoyed this. It's a great poem. The word "philosophical" springs to mind. Be well, Robin
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