The Little Wormy That Could
She walked slowly through the graveyard
But little did she know
That soon she’d see a horrid sight
What she saw filled her with woe
It lay there limp and lifeless
Like my next door neighbor’s cat
And egad! The smell was atrocious
Yet limp and lifeless it still sat
And at a quarter to eleven
She approached the fiendish sight
And stuck out one small finger
And poked it with all her might
It jumped up with this jab
And danced forever more
All night in the lonely graveyard
‘Till around half past four
A/N the title has absolutely nothing to do with the poem.
I needed a title when I submitted it to our paper and my very odd friend came up with it.
She said it was the first thing that came to mind when she read it and since I was running out of time and ideas, that became the title. much thanks ?Peace Out?
But little did she know
That soon she’d see a horrid sight
What she saw filled her with woe
It lay there limp and lifeless
Like my next door neighbor’s cat
And egad! The smell was atrocious
Yet limp and lifeless it still sat
And at a quarter to eleven
She approached the fiendish sight
And stuck out one small finger
And poked it with all her might
It jumped up with this jab
And danced forever more
All night in the lonely graveyard
‘Till around half past four
A/N the title has absolutely nothing to do with the poem.
I needed a title when I submitted it to our paper and my very odd friend came up with it.
She said it was the first thing that came to mind when she read it and since I was running out of time and ideas, that became the title. much thanks ?Peace Out?