Mushrooming Poem by Ima Ryma

While walking in the woods one day,
I decided to take a rest
Before continuing my way.
A grassy meadow looked the best,
And so I sat upon the ground.
But then in the grass I did see
Mushrooms sprouting up all around.
Weird, but that did not bother me.
I fell asleep while sitting there.
How long I slept I could not tell.
But when I woke I was aware
That something was not going well.

And then my horror did begin.
Mushrooms were sprouting from my skin.