The earthworm’s worth a second look
it’s more than something on a hook.
If they’re in your garden, for what it’s worth
they aerate and fertilize the earth.
Show one to your sister Beth
And, you will scare her half to deth.
A chow doesn’t chase sticks
or perform any other tricks.
If you tell it to stay
it will walk away.
Tell it to beg
and it will bite you on the leg.
The British locked away
the author of The Portrait of Dorian Grey.
They decided that, in the main,
the author was indecent and insane.
Which seemed to verify
that he was a Wilde and crazy guy…
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I’m in a quandary as to which descend more precipitously into realms of utter, utter… um… words fail me! Would it be your rhymes or your puns? It could go either way! BOTH are so absolutely… absolutely… 🙈
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I pride myself on being the worst poet that money failed to buy…
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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I pried myself OFF your works with a toothpick…
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Don’t worry. The poetry doesn’t happen often.
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It happens AT ALL!!… 😱
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OMG these were so good, it’s so hard to pick a favourite, but I think it has to be the earthworm 🪱
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That one was more autobiographical, Deb…
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😂 course it was. Did you get my email, it was throwing all kinds of warning messages when I sent it
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When I was about 8 or 9 years old, some local boys came to the door with this enormous, horrible, slimy night crawler worm. It looked to be a foot-and-a-half. long and as big around as my Dad’s thumb (time might have exaggerated its size in my memory). I KNEW their intention was to make me scream and run for my mother. And I KNEW this was the only start of much worse monsters to come to my door if I didn’t nip things in the bud. I remember swallowing hard, as I pasted a fake look of sheer delight on my face and said: ”WOW! That’s the neatest thing I ever saw!!!” as I reached out to hold it. You should have seen the look of disappointment on their faces. That said, your your worm poem will stay with me for awhile and that worm picture is REALLY creepy and gross, C. 😬😬😬
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You know, Patti… I can remember being disappointed when the girl didn’t scream and run. I’d be thinking, “What is WRONG with her???”
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Well, let’s just say, it never happened again – thank God! 🤣 That moment STILL gives me the heebie-jeebies, over fifty years later, but they had no idea…
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You should see my adult sons around spiders…
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Oh they give me the shivers but I AM working on that!!!! My selling point: if they’re in my house, they’re eating OTHER creepy-crawlies I’d rather not have in the house, either. I tend to leave the little ones alone and I catch and release the bigger ones (to be fair, we’re far enough north that our spiders are relatively small and all – I believe – non-poisonous).
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When I lived in El Paso, I found a black widow egg sac and put it into a jar in my room, with a screen over the top. The babies hatched and walked right through the screen. We moved a month later but I’ve always wondered how the new residents made out…
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😱😱😱😱😱
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We had a chow years ago. Beautiful dog. Somewhere I have a picture of him wearing my bra… but that’s a story for another day.
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The kind that hooks in the front or the back?
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Back…
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So, he didn’t put it on himself… Did he at least sing, “I Feel Pretty”?
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He didn’t. And now I’m disappointed…
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