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A Worm in Earnest
Oh little worm who burrows, burrows Making tiny, hollow furrows Deep beneath my sagging mound Here within the loggy ground; Boasting of your courage brave Of your campaigns in my grave; Blazing trails through wilderness Braving stagnant lakes of cess; Pioneering through the muck Making camp within the guk. Tell us, little worm, please do How the welling slush did goo When you opened up the hull; How you crept around the skull, Where the water level stood When you peeked beneath the hood, How you traversed all alone Many leagues of softened bone, Where you found the floating lobe Of my ear, how lay the robe On my shanks. And did you note Those loosened scabs on my throat? When you skided down my foot How large was the myrtle root That had spread between my toes? What was that within my nose? When you took those playful nips At the scale upon my hips Are you sure that there you saw A drooling fester, fat and raw? I will take you at your word If you wipe away that curd. You must learn to be discreet; Form a habit to be neat. As your winding way you squirm My blessings on you, little worm.
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