Wiggleworm A wiggleworm worked its way across my soul today It was a portent, you see, not that my thick head knew it as such But such as it was it was a portent of things slowly begging to be brought my way bring on! So I caught a cab in a lower part of town and discovered why they called it down Cabbies are a colorful breed, I have to say that for them This one was colored Pink with a squeaky voice then a fart and then it reeked well! Roll the windows down boy, don't waste your time complaining He let me out by 5th and Vine, a fine old intersection Roaring off, the puddle he caught, well you know it splashed me hey! My shirt that once was a solid hue, now it's brown and blue, yes, I kinda like it Lowly little wiggleworm, work your way on my soul today And teach me perseverance Randy Guess ©1998 [How Could I Ask For More?] [When Leaves Fall]    [About The Poet]    [Short-Timer] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm] [A Silent Paean]    [Rainbow Color Reality] [Hear The Mountains Calling] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [A Matter of Time]    [Understanding Anne Sexton] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Home]   [Poetry]   [Short Stories] [Quotes]   [Philosophy]   [Biographies] [Links]   [Copyright]   [Contact]    [Site Index] <top>