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!