Worm Pie

Worm Pie


I once as a girl, put worms in my pockets.
No dolls for me, or even gold lockets.

Just think what my mother would say
every week come laundry day;

into each pocket her hand would go
just to make sure they were empty you know.

But lo and behold to her great surprise,
handfuls of worms! It’s hard to surmise.

What would happen if into the wash they fell,
to wiggle and whirl into a mushy brown gel.

Worms galore amid the soap and suds,
can you imagine this, on your taste buds?

Then into the dryer to get baked dry,
like a wriggling, jiggling, mincemeat pie.

So if you know a girl with fondness for worm
Please check her pockets to see if they squirm.