Wriggle

I’m not string, I’m not spaghetti
And I’m certainly no yeti
With a bit more evolution
Could have been a John Paul Getty

But I love to make you squirm
Cos I’m just a wriggly worm
Yes I’m smaller than a human
But far bigger than a germ

Children often giggle
when they watch me wiggle wiggle
It’s actually a wriggle
But I wouldn’t want to niggle

But when I slither slither
They run off hither thither
For sometimes its just fun but
sometimes fear that I deliver

I was living in the park
In my tunnel nice and dark
From the sound of those vibrations
Kids up top had quite a lark

Well I should have stayed down deep
But I came up for a peep
Then I caught a rapid movement
And got captured by a creep

So he dropped me in a tin
My wife and kids already in
So I swelled up nice and thick
Cos my wife and kids were thin

So when he had a look
It was I - the worm he took
And now I’m slowly drowning
While I wriggle on his hook

But then I see a chance
And I take a second glance
I can’t believe I see
Some wartime ordinance 

So I jiggled and I shook
And I wriggled off the hook
It was in a former life
That I’d read a wartime book

And so my plan well made
I hooked up the hand grenade
And said a quick Hail Mary 
At the ticking sound it made

Sometimes it’s a win win
My family’s safe inside a tin
As I give the line a tug
And he reels his tackle in

fishingrhyme

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