THE HUMBLE GARDEN WORM

Now when I'm up out and about
And been raining - the rain still
Tipping it down
I look out for the humble garden
Worm - stranded - it don't much
Go a bundle on risking drowning
At all - cant rely blame can you

So I scope those I see - not that
Easy - slippery slidary them are
I put them safely somewhere else

Now you may wonder why I should
Well them garden worms - have
Seventy five percent of me DNA
So I'm looking after me own!

Ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-30 at 11:07

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good Ken. 75 perc who'd have guessed. Although I have met a lot of wormy people in my time.
2015-05-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Ken. I do the same.
2015-05-31


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
you are kind and gentle soul, ken, and this is a cute and sweet poem. just as you look out for your own, i'm sure someone is looking out for you.
2015-05-30