Digging
through the ground, as a child, I found that my saliva encouraged me to have
movements more than have hunger. And I
am not talking about my bowel movements.
I am talking about my wormhole movements. And “NO” the hole is not moving. I am moving!
I am a worm and I live beneath
the backyard of a couple who sit on their porch and look towards the sky. The sky!
The sky!!! I would never like to or even be able to look at the sky and the sun
and all those blue blistering bunkuses.
Some
people call it “a Close Call.” It might
make me do “a Closed Stall.” I don’t
have any “Clothes At All.” So much do I
see you “Clones Fall.”
You
just got to realize that Worm Warm is Worn around. It is a Warning. And the leaves fall where I won’t leave
except in the fall when I must go underground.
People use my relatives to fish.
I don’t want to be another one hooked.
Line and scale and water you do.
Your sinkers do stink, urgh.
Some
of you mistake me for a Shamrock Snake.
Yesterday I did run across a Strawberry Snake. Holey Moley, up front was a Carmal Snake!
This
caused me to decide to eat a new tunnel towards the East side of the city. This is life.
This is salvation. This is Salvador. Salvador Dahli I do adore. This is where I am at. I eat through ground
and the ground gets pushed through my skin forcedly into the ground all around
me. This makes my tunnels lasting chunnels. On the occasion I sometimes enjoy what I am
eating through because I occasionally am eating through something I like to eat
through. Instead of a throw up I
occasionally eat through dog poop, lost chicken wings, and root root roots.
You
sure think you are the Apple to my eye. Hey!
If I ever had an eye. And I don’t
have an I. And! Oh No! Last week I had several eyes. A dead skunk eye. So many squirrel eyes. A rabbit eye here. A rabbit eye there. Here a rabbit. Hear a rabbit. So, I must have ate some rabbit ears
too. And so much of what I eat is rabid.
Don’t eat me, and please don’t heat me, in this race you want to beat me, your
race always tries to mistreat me, beets in the ground are so delicious, feets
on the ground are delicious too.
A
mirror image imagined me as a mere ore.
Or was that Ogre? Origami.
Oregano. Oregon are sure gone. And
look. There are Four turtles sunning
themselves on the log. Another one, in
the grass, is going towards this tree stump.
She knows where she wants to go.
Nothing will stop her.
Just
like when that group of ants joined me in my journey. They shared some rice they pushed in the
ground. They let me know that they
enjoyed the quick move they had available using one of my tunnels.
I
really wish you humans would understand that a worm in the hand is not worth
two under the bush. And definitely none
on a fish hook.
Us
Earthworms are Lumbricus terrestris. Now
who is Aerating Soil?
I
sure do like fresh, moist soil.
Freshwater is great too, but I also enjoy the sea. You People don’t
admit it out loud but I am really good for your grass yards. And also,
really good for those Gardens. Gardenias. I love to be in a Garden. Why do you think I’m called a Nightcrawler? I sleep during the day, I hate the sun, and
I’m out at night. Especially outside of
my tunnels where I can look for that garbage you toss out and I eat them up so
you can have a better garden. You
Garbage Can. And you sure hate me in
your swimming pool.
You
just like to bunch me and my friends up, throw us up and then into your
garbage, and then sell us as bait for freshwater fish. All those trout, largemouth bass, and
panfish just eat us up.
I
just love letting water and oxygen
penetrate this ground. And I really hate it when you pour salt on
me. That causes me to lose my body’s
water. Haven’t you ever heard of
osmosis? Quit dehydrating me!
I
also hate getting stuck on your travel areas.
Your sidewalks. Those paths. The roads. Your stupid driveways. You keep
getting me dehydrated!
Try
to remember when Carl Linnaeus and Jean-Baptiste Lamarck played with me,
introducing me to all lethal non-arthropod invertebrate animals. Life sure seemed polyphyletic. In 1758 Linnaeus forced me into his Systema
Naturae. Such a scheme! I love Us animals in three kingdoms. Divided.
Classed. We Vermes! Insecta. Pisces. Amphibia Aves. And then we have to put up with you Mammalia!
Just
whatever happened to my friends, those crustaceans and arachnids?
Well,
back in 1793 Lamarck started calling the Vermes ‘une espèce de chaos,’ a sort
of chaos. That caused us to react by splitting our own phyla! Us worms.
Our friends, the echinoderms.
And also, you stupid polyps!
I
want you to know that my aunt, Platyhelminthes, is just a common tapeworm. There
is also my neighbor, Nematoda, who keeps telling everyone that he’s a
‘threatworm.’ I am so happy that
my girlfriend, Annelida, is a bristle worm to me. I met her at some medical
place. She had a friend who is a Parasitic Doctor. She was the hospital’s specialist,
Cestoda. I’m glad I went because,
"Helminthology" was a group of partying worms. And you, you group of Panarthropods. Your names are, Mr. Cambrian. Miss Carboniferous. Miss A lot.
I would rather be called “animals." I just want to get stubby lobopods.
I
wish you could learn how to be really Worm charming. Here and there we need a Worm Grunt and a Worm
Fiddle. Then everywhere you go you will attract
us worms from the ground. If only you
would keep vibrating the soil. I want to keep feeling encouraged to the
earth’s surface.
Instead,
you are just a bunch of Grunts. I call
you Grunts “Stobs." That is because some boss of mine found a
wooden stake driven into several grounds.
He just "Rooped iron."
And we began calling him “ The Stob.”
You sure are “A Stob” too!
I
would like it if one commoner would keep doing the "seagull
dance". Wood turtles also find it
very Worm charming. They sure like to
stamp their feet. They do it to attract
us Worms. Those guys get smiles on their
faces. Yes, those turtles sure prey on my friends.
Haven’t
you ever heard of “The World Worm Charming Championship?” It was started in 1980. It is now an annual event. It was organized by the deputy headmaster, John Bailey. He wrote the original rules for this
competition. A crowd of humans was to be
charmed by 511 worms, all in half an hour.
Since 1984 this became an official Company called “A Real Ale Beer For
All.” The cost leads to only a single
worm being charmed. Since 2000 the
winner was crushed by a ball and began groaning a "Worm Gruntin' King and
Queen". On the Periodic Table the scientists placed a Worm’s Grunting by
listing us as a “Plod” element.
Now
you got to remember ”A Worm in your Glands Hurts too much to Ambush.”
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