As I headed out the door one evening sighing in anticipation of the incredibly boring night awaiting me, my daughter addressed my lack of enthusiasm. “So, use the time to write something,” she said.
“What should I write about?” I asked in response.
“I don’t know… write me a poem… about worms…”
Before I could object she added, “In galoshes… Yes, a poem about worms in galoshes.”
How could I resist the challenge?
Worms in Galoshes
L. E. Gay 1-26-2012
Worms in galoshes
Evoke “Oh my gosh!”’s,
An outlandish sight to behold.
Wrens with umbrellas
Can be queer little fellas
When seen with the worms, so I’m told.
But stop to consider
A world with no mixture.
What a drab place for us to call home.
For between you and me, where would we be
Without odd little quirks of our own?
So next time you witness
A squirrel in a headdress,
Or a hound with its hair in a braid;
Don’t cause interference,
Don’t judge by appearance,
Just enjoy what the good Lord has made!
-one of my favorites, thanks Ali.