He worms his way through the world
extracting nourishment from soil
leaving behind useless residue
to spoil
a perfect lawn,
irritate gardeners
and put them in a coil
to boil worms in oil.
A misguided attempt at the Trifectra prompt to use a particular definition of WORM to write a poem of exactly 33 words. I boobed because I used the wrong definition, which should have been WORM (transitive verb): to obtain or extract by artful or insidious questioning or by pleading, asking, or persuading —usually used with out of finally wormed the truth out of him. Oh well, I had fun!
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Like the way you use the word ‘worm’ in a different purpose. This is the main element of a nonsensical poem.
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Yours is still a fun worm!
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Ha! Wrong definition or no, this cracked me up. 🙂
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Fun is the point, Viv, and this was fun!
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That’s all that matters!
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I read once that those who first came to the “new world” brought worms with them! Such essential creatures they are.
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Nearly as essential as bees.
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Shouldn’t gardeners love worms – they break up the soil? We have had fun in our garden with the OPAL survey for worms:
http://www.opalexplorenature.org/soilsurvey
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Please see my poem https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/for-the-love-of-worms/
which shows that I am totally on the side of the worm!
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