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On Angels and Messengers

Saturday, July 3, 2010

REQUIEM for an ANNELID

The day was not yet dawning.
The birds weren't even yawning.
They hadn't peeped a single little peep.
It was oh-dark-hundred a.m.
Life would surely become mayhem
Just as soon as they awakened from their sleep.

Sherman was a humble worm
Out for the daily morning squirm
That he took before he had to go to work.
An earthworm has to be alert
To make soil out of dirt
And be careful to avoid a sudden jerk.

When the worm on guard that morning
Blew his bugle as a warning
To run like hell and hide beneath a leaf,
The warning sadly was not heard
And Sherm got turned into a turd.
Unfortunately, all worms are dumb and deaf.

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