I Can't Eat Worms Poem by Francie Lynch
I Can't Eat Worms
I was told if I ate worms,
I could fly.
Ever since, I've stepped over sun-baked sidewalk worms.
I recall eating an orchard apple from the ground.
That didn't end well.
Rockwell suggested frying them.
Hamlet punned about worms travelling through a King.
Don't be called a worm.
Don't worm your way in,
You'll likely find a hook.
I'm forever grounded.
The worm hasn't turned.
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4/30/2024 3:22:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you Francie you put a smile on my face with this poem. Bravo! if you like please read and comment on my poem The Meadow and since it's almost Easter read and comment on my poem The Children of Poor Souls Thanks