Today’s prompt challenged me to write a poem for children. I was inspired by Ev who grew grass from seed in his preschool class and lovingly placed an earthworm he name Mr. Smarty Pants in it. We had this conversation on the way home from school.

Ev: Worms like to eat dirt, Mama. Did you know that? I don’t particularly like to eat dirt, it tastes nasty. But worms like it.

Mr. Smarty Pants

Worms like to eat dirt.
I can’t imagine why.
My tummy might hurt
if I gave that a try.

The taste must be ghastly;
I’m certain I would hate it.
But worms don’t think it’s nasty.
They like their food with grit.

So little wormy,
leave your grassy home.
I love how you are squirmy
when you leave the dirt to roam.

Come give my hand a tickle
as you crawl out from the grass.
Then I can feel you wriggle
when you eat your dirt repast.

Mm-mm-good!