Poetic-Verses

gereatric worm

there was a little worm he was very old
very very wrinkled and always felt the cold
he roamed around the garden as slow as slow can be
his eyes were growing dim and he could hardly see
he wriggled round the garden though it would take all day
the bristles on his legs now had turn to grey
but he carried on even though he had grown old
a very happy chap and very very bold.