Gross Things Poem by John W. McEwers

I remember when I was a kid,
I ate worms after a rain
I mixed dog food in my ice cream
I played with frogs
rolled in the mud like hogs
but the only thing that ever
ever disgusted me
was the moment Mindy kissed my cheek
in the middle of recess.

I feel silly in my solitude now.

I'd give all the frogs in the world
for a chance to wipe my hands of worms
and take Mindy to that Ice Cream Social,
and have a ten year head-start
to enjoy all the gross things
in life.