One rainy day on my way home from school,
I found a big worm and thought it was cool.
I picked up the worm with my bare hand,
held it up high, thinking how grand!
The worm was so cute and wiggled a lot.
I put him in my pocket to show Mom what I'd caught.
What will she say when I show her my find?
Will she let me keep it? I hope she won't mind.
Mom was in the kitchen when I showed her what I'd found.
She screamed, "No, way! Put it back in the ground!"
Now I'm so angry; she always says, "No."
If she won't let me keep it, then I will just go!
So me and my worm packed a sandwich or two,
ran out the door and down the street we both flew.
We walked to the park and sat on a bench,
I pulled out my worm and noticed a stench.
He looked kind of floppy but wiggled a bit.
I thought, "Oh my Gosh, my worm is not fit!"
I laid him in the dirt and let him go free.
I guess that my pocket was not the best place to be.
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Allowing You To See Inside Me
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry, the title is exactly what it is this is me this is who i am my feelings, my life, this is my stories. Some of the poems comes with a short paragraph at the end to tell my readers what inspired my poem i truly hope yall d...
