The beauty of the ocean
The mermaid, is a flirt,
But the siren of the garden,
The wormaid, lives in dirt
She swims through the soil
She dives between the rocks
Her home is Compost Cove
Where she combs her wormaid locks
All the worms adore her
They listen for her song:
“Banana peels and rotting pears
We’ll feast on them till dawn!”
A goddess of the underearth
A soil-sodden queen
The legendary wormaid
Half-worm and half-sardine
© 2014 Karyn Linnell
I know of a bad hobbit
He’s very irritating
He’s always doing something
That people find frustrating
He likes to chew his fingernails
He likes to pick his nose
You’ll notice that the table’s
Always under his elbows
He never wipes his feet
When he comes into a house
And when he chews his dinner
He doesn’t close his mouth
He won’t cover his face
If he needs to cough or sneeze
I’m not sure if he’s ever said
A thank you or a please
He’s often interrupting
He doesn’t listen well
I don’t think that he bathes much
Going by the smell
He makes lots of rude noises
And then acts very proud
He gossips and complains
And always talks too loud
I know of a bad hobbit
I doubt you’d like to know him
There are no books about him
Though someone wrote a poem
Mother Streusel 