Word: simple
classical
humor
Under a spreading spinach leaf,
A newborn earthworm squirms.
(None but a microscopic eye
Detects the newborn worms.)
He crawls, and eats, and grows apace,
And eats and crawls and grows.
This worm I write of much prefers
A newborn earthworm squirms.
(None but a microscopic eye
Detects the newborn worms.)
He crawls, and eats, and grows apace,
And eats and crawls and grows.
This worm I write of much prefers
Fresh spinach to a rose.
He grows in wisdom as in size
And learns to snuggle close
Within the green leaf's curling edge
(This thought makes me morose.)
For wash as well as woman can,
She may dislodge the sand
That clings to freshly garnered greens
(Just read and understand).
She can't dislodge the baby worms,
Grown wise beyond belief,
That snuggle coyly underneath
Each curly spinach leaf.
A double tragedy lies here,
Let him who will, deny it.
Said worms meet an untimely death,
While ours is a wormy diet.
He grows in wisdom as in size
And learns to snuggle close
Within the green leaf's curling edge
(This thought makes me morose.)
For wash as well as woman can,
She may dislodge the sand
That clings to freshly garnered greens
(Just read and understand).
She can't dislodge the baby worms,
Grown wise beyond belief,
That snuggle coyly underneath
Each curly spinach leaf.
A double tragedy lies here,
Let him who will, deny it.
Said worms meet an untimely death,
While ours is a wormy diet.
