Thursday, 29 January 2009

Nobody Loves Him

Nobody loves him
Everybody hates him
Thinks he lives on worms
Short fat hairy ones
Long thin slimy ones
See how they wiggle and squirm
Bites their heads off
Slurps all the juice up
Spits their skins away
Nobody knows how much he likes
His worms three times a day.

All together now.


TeeTotallyNot said...

I don't really.. too busy with other targets
oh, and there's no better version than the "Dead Trousers"'s

Derek said...

Nice piece of poetry. My wife used to sing it around the camp fire when she was in the Girl Guides