The worm has turned. The gullible seagull.
There was this one seagull,That found he liked to swing.
So he tap danced on grass,
As he started to sing.
Now a wiggling worm
Hearing the music,
With the beat of the feet,
Climbed up through the earth,
To listen to it.
Now the seagull you see,
Was much cleverer than he.
For he knew With him dancing,
A worm would come up and see.
Now the poor worm that wriggled,
Was now in seagulls beak.
Realising his predicament,
Had to think on his imaginary feet.
Please Mr seagull before you eat me,
I only came up on the ground to see.
A talented seagull sing and dance so free,
Your tapping feet to and singing,
Sounds and looks amazing to me.
Do you think Mr seagull,
That you could put me down.
So I can watch you sing and dance,
While I'm sitting on the ground.
With that he put the worm down,
The worm slowly looked around.
Saw the seagull tap dancing,
Then smiled at his singing,
As he hurriedly slipped back underground.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-07-31 at 17:01
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