Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 746 Points (22 September / London)

The Worm - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Dawn: – I sperm
on grass, ground.
Stem to stern
bound I’m found.

Vile erme worm
underground,
silent squirm
‘neath firm mound.

Slimy derm
rings me round,
while I turn
earth, - no sound.

But I churn
while men fiddle, -
‘tis the kern
of my riddle...


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  • (10/13/2006 6:43:00 AM)

    I enjoyed the read. Simple things written with great imagery. Well done.

    -Daniel
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010


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