Ye Worm Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Squirm ye worm it is getting hotter
Soon the sun will dry yourself in such a way
The rain has forced you up there yonder
Not a place for a worm to stay

Little robin, be a friend
Take ye worm to a better place
Oh wait, ye robin, perhaps not
I see a hungry look upon thine face

Is there far from a caring desire
Will none for love carry ye worm away
Darn it, each one, uncommonly naught
Poor worm I'll have to save

Squirming slimy worm to touch
Still, worm needs some help today
The birds are watching from above
OK, OK- OKAY!

Oh how worm feels like living guts
He smells like rotten liver used for bait
I'll put 'worm' under leaves and rocks
Here worm, he shall be safe

Now the smell is ever lingering
How to wash this smell away
Oh the slim between the fingers
Wormy, messy stain

Gone down under is ye worm
Down below cool ground, moist clay
And if it rains where this worm arises
The robin shall feast on worm that day

(02/05/2023)