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
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2020
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