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Worms Was What It Was

"Bold" was all I could think about his plan To just go fishing and not go to school Brilliant was what it was - on or off hand - All who saw it that day thought it was cool Worms was what was lacking - and that was all So I dug around until bait was had Slimy things fishing worms, just a gross ball, But it's a thing for bringing fish to hand So slipping out a school room door that day- Two boys, a can of worms, a fishing plan - Until Mrs Smith then caught on to our play And stuck a hand into our wormy can Sounds that I did not know - but did Mrs Smith Still may stay in that school room air forthwith 7-15-20 Contest: Lipogram Poem Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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