O, Meal Worm!

A meal worm eats me like a gourd of flesh,
this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh)
a hole that brims with the plaque of its gore.

Soft-bodied, legless, and writhing, this meal worm,
like yeast that leavens a raw loaf of baked bread,
or phage that necrotizes like a germ,
consumes its host until it's thoroughly fed.

Elongated and portly, like a porcine
(a fat creature and ravenous parasite!)
with the over-sized appetite of a swine,
you threaten me with a sick, terminal blight.

But if I were the brave one, O meal worm,
I'd make a meal of you and watch you squirm!

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-29 at 01:22

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I hear they have plenty of protein :-)
Regards Alan