Treasure Island

Valsa George


Limericks,9,10, A Worm on My Back, A Naughty Boy


A worm on my back

Wriggle wiggle waggle ugly little worm
How I dread to see your pliable form
On my back you jiggle and crawl
Tickling me to wobble and howl
Leaving me itchy and scratchy as you squirm


The Naughty Boy

A naughty boy lived beside a sloping rock
Once he ran up the shelf so steep
A chip of the rock gave way
The boy lost his sway
Ouch! Landed on his cushioned bum in a creek

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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  • Nika Mcguin (5/29/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    I like that despite having different themes these poems relate to each other perfectly. It feels like going on a camping trip. These two things could be happening simultaneously and in the same place. They both have a very natural connectedness to them. The odd thing is the video/music that PH has supplied doesn't suit the tone of these lively, playful poems, such a shame! Regardless together or apart they are a joy to read.

    ~Nika (Report) Reply

  • Paul Sebastian (5/18/2014 7:33:00 AM)

    Limericks! Valsa, you write so beautifully, worm or child! You should write and publish nursery rhymes! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (5/14/2014 11:08:00 AM)

    The duo magic of limerick all throughout the lines! Let this worm be on this naughty boy for a while... Ha ha ha.. (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (5/12/2014 11:40:00 PM)

    Very insightful and wonderfully composed limericks..........Valsa.....hidden meaning so astounding.......great write
    ever............... (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (5/12/2014 5:01:00 PM)

    VALSA, i already knew you detest snails, but cute little old worms? ? ? ? ! i like this tale of woe. may all your worms fall from you and never return! but i'd rather have them on the outside than the inside, ....i think.

    thanks for sharing. ;) bri

    Some Say Cushioned

    Some say cushioned, some say fat....
    when referring to on-what-the-boy-sat.
    Needless to say it's nice sometimes to have extra stuff.....
    when the trail's sloppy OR slopey and the going's tough. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (5/11/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    A naughty boy lived beside a sloppy rock
    Once he ran up the shelf so steep
    A chip of the rock gave way
    The boy lost his sway
    Ouch! Landed on his cushioned bum in a creek

    very naughty poem on a boy of joy.. (Report) Reply

  • Tajudeen Shah (5/9/2014 4:15:00 AM)

    yes, dear bard blessed, we the readers do feel all those expressions you drawn with wonderful words on us right the moment! the naughty one's fate too is hilarious, as someone jotted right. relieving in between the most engaging. true. rgds. (Report) Reply

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