The Worm That Squirmed Poem by Royston Allen

I am only a worm, a wriggly worm
I crawl and I slide and squiggle and squirm
but I noshed the vine that gave Jonah shade
destroying the shelter that God had made.

I felt really chuffed but had eaten enough
biting through that old vine was really tough.
But of all the worms God chose little me
to play a part in Jonah’s great story

Old Jonah was a prophet just like a worm
who began to crawl and squiggle and squirm
He was so fatalistic and full of doom
wracked with misery, anger and gloom.

He did not want to do what God had said
and got on a boat that went to Spain instead
But God made a great fish that swallowed him raw
and then spewed him up upon the seashore

When God saved Nineveh old Jonah moaned
and sitting there he just watched and groaned.
“I told you Lord, that this is what You would do”
“For you’re all gracious and compassionate too.”

Moany old Jonah had got it all wrong
God had planned what He would do all along
and all the people of Nineveh were saved
but poor old Jonah just ranted and raved