The King Of The Underworld.

January 21, 2009
He inches his way through the thick cold soil.
Dodging coke cans, gum wrappers, and wads of foil.
Smelling his way through the rich dirt.
Hoping it doesn’t rain or he might get hurt.
The king of the underworld, so soft and pink
Straight but cautious. He doesn’t want a kink.
Soil for breakfast, even lunch.
Slivering through the ground, munch munch munch!
So here is to him, he can crawl and squirm
A fine and dandy, little worm.

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albany? said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 11:49 am
thanks guys! your the best
cutie 3.14 said...
Apr. 6, 2009 at 2:33 am
everytime i read your poem i always laugh ur a great friend girl
shorti5 said...
Feb. 18, 2009 at 11:19 pm
hey albany! your poem is amazing. You are an amazing writer!
#1 princess in training said...
Feb. 10, 2009 at 11:36 pm
albany ur a true poet

u always are always full of suprises

ur fierce on the basketball court but a true writer at heart

ur girl makailee
MisterMaccer12 said...
Feb. 10, 2009 at 2:46 am
Wow This Is Awesome!!!!!!!!!
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