WORMS
My spring garden soil
Is full of worms:
Swift and wiggly.
I remember when
in despair I said,
"I'm going out in the garden
And eat worms."
Little did I know
That in 1523
There was a godly conference
Named
"The Diet of Worms."
Phyllis adds this thought, "What a weird poem! It just came that way and made me laugh. You too, one can hope".