The Man made of Worms

Worm man.

There he goes

The man made of worms

He wobbles when he walks

His skin squishes and squirms

No one knows how he came to be

A walking, talking worm society

He can read, write, dance and sing

All with a wormy body, wet and wriggling

So one day I just had to learn

I asked him, "Sir, why are you made of worms?"

"Hush." He said, "We're in disguise."

"Hiding in plain sight from hungry eyes."

"Gossip can kill, so mind your words."

And then he pointed to a man made out of birds.