Like a tiny toy locomotive
Fallen from its track
And didn't know where to run
There was something
About this wacky worm
Who ran around
First this way then that
He piqued my curiosity
The house was inhabited
With them crawling everywhere
How was I to find him
My eyes scanned the floor
Like a prison tower spot-light
In a dusty corner of the room,
I found them, running to and fro
At first I noticed nothing
Peculiar in that motley group
Then I spied one weaving
Like a drunken sailor
I picked up the wriggling creature
Turned him on his back
Then quickly found his oddity
And wondered how he felt
A poor infected centipede
Down with athletes feet
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Funny Ending
Good way of keeping the person in suspense as regards the subject in question. However the structure seemed a little short for a poem that seemed more like a free write. Going back and working on a rythm, and rhyme might up the appeal of this poem. Or maybe I am daft!
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