Last Wriggle and Testament

By Donna Nicklaus

		O Maggot, dear,
		Thou lowly worm
		Within my leg
		I felt you squirm.

		You at gash
		That had decayed
		And now I am
		No more afraid.

		We lent your friends
		To Neighbor dear
		And now he, too,
		Has naught to fear.

		In just two days
		You plumped up nice
		More like a piece
		Of long-grained rice.

		You smiled and waltzed
		For Channel Five
		And showed the world
		How vermin thrive.

		O Maggot dear,
		So small and wise
		Yet all too soon
		We said goodbyes.

		See now you know,
		You hairless bloke,
		That is, "time flies"
		is no old joke!