Lucy

FOR THE LOVE OF HAROLD, BEST OF THE WORMS

Ode

 

First from the bucket of plump worms—

      I’ll call you Harold.

              Chubby, wiggly Harold,

 

      I can’t fish

                               with you!

 

I pick another and another to catch my bluegills.

 

And I do, I do!

                       Lucky Harold!

 

You curl to sleep

Around my pinky—

        Ahh, look at my gorgeous ring!

 

You want to creep.

                                                                 up my hand,

                                                      up,

                                            Up,

                                                               Across my wrist

                                                Until . . .

 

The worm pail gets low.

 

Oh, what to do?

                                         Harold.

 

Sleepy, creeping Harold.

                                         You’re a fun worm,

                                                                              But . . .

 

Time to work.

 

Be de-licious!

 

                                   Let’s catch a fish!