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 [About The Poet]     [How Could I Ask For More?] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm]     [Short-Timer]     [Song of Extancy] [A Silent Paean]     [When Leaves Fall]     [Bipolarity]     [Weeping Willows] [Rainbow Color Reality]     [Hear The Mountains Calling]     [A Matter of Time] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Understanding Anne Sexton] [Home]    [What's New] [Short Stories]    [Philosophy]    [Forums] [Webrings]    [Biographies]    [Site Index]    [Contact] [Extras]    [Links]    [Copyright] <top>