Two Poems (one by me and one by Meg)
Yesterday while I was on a break at work, I walked around the lot and picked up garbage. It had rained that night so I wasn't surprised when I found a worm wriggling around trying to find it's way back to it's family.
I picked it up, opened the door and said to Meg "Look what I found! A wormie!"
then I put it down and decided to write a poem... then Meg wrote one. Here goes.
Wormie Poem (by Kelli)
Oh dear wormy, nice and fat
Shall I give you to my cat?
No, I'll use you to catch a fish
which I'll fry up for my main dish
First I'll stick you on a hook
Your family may not want to look
Then as you wriggle and writhe with pain
I'll use your poor fortune for my personal gain
I'll cast you out with my fishing pole
Into my favorite water hole
The fishies will nibble and bite with delight
I'll hook a great big one and he'll put up a fight
I'll reel him in and he'll stay in my boat
while I toss what's left of you in the water to float
I'll cut him open and gut out his tummy
I think he'll really taste quite yummy
I'll cut off his head and batter him up
He'll fry in the pan and then I will sup
Yes, little wormy. That is my plan.
Even though I want you dead.... I'm still your biggest fan!
Meg's Worm Poem
Why, hello there, little worm
So sad to see you wriggle and squirm
down there on the concrete so cold and hard
when what you really want is a garden
(or a really nice yard)
yes, what you need is some mighty find MUD
a nice piece of land, don't you think, bud?
with 100% US choice dirt
there woudln't be anymore reason to hurt
so wiggle your way off the pavement, kid
and find a home in the earth like the other worms did!
I picked it up, opened the door and said to Meg "Look what I found! A wormie!"
then I put it down and decided to write a poem... then Meg wrote one. Here goes.
Wormie Poem (by Kelli)
Oh dear wormy, nice and fat
Shall I give you to my cat?
No, I'll use you to catch a fish
which I'll fry up for my main dish
First I'll stick you on a hook
Your family may not want to look
Then as you wriggle and writhe with pain
I'll use your poor fortune for my personal gain
I'll cast you out with my fishing pole
Into my favorite water hole
The fishies will nibble and bite with delight
I'll hook a great big one and he'll put up a fight
I'll reel him in and he'll stay in my boat
while I toss what's left of you in the water to float
I'll cut him open and gut out his tummy
I think he'll really taste quite yummy
I'll cut off his head and batter him up
He'll fry in the pan and then I will sup
Yes, little wormy. That is my plan.
Even though I want you dead.... I'm still your biggest fan!
Meg's Worm Poem
Why, hello there, little worm
So sad to see you wriggle and squirm
down there on the concrete so cold and hard
when what you really want is a garden
(or a really nice yard)
yes, what you need is some mighty find MUD
a nice piece of land, don't you think, bud?
with 100% US choice dirt
there woudln't be anymore reason to hurt
so wiggle your way off the pavement, kid
and find a home in the earth like the other worms did!