No doubt dear readers you know of the old expression and cliche:
the early bird gets the worm.
Well in this particular case the late bird gets the worm too.
And this late but very lucky bird was getting the worm(s) all day long,
seemingly,
without very little effort.
So what is that other expression and cliche:
Like shooting fish in a barrel.
The late bird was getting big worms and little worms,
skinny worms and fat worms,
white worms and black worms,
hard worms and soft worms.
In fact she had such a grand bird's eye view
of so many worms
it was beginning to look like 'an all-you can eat' buffet.
Now some of these worms took offense to her assaults
by screaming "Ouch!"
Other worms yelled "Oh my god!"
One worm, and I, your trusted author,
can be found here laughing at this one:
"What the hell was that?"
Many worms, unfortunately , just groaned and died.
And yes dear readers I bet you never thought a worm could talk.
Soon the worm population decreased and slowly went away.
And the late bird was now a very large and fat bird.
So she flew up into the clear blue sky once again,
quite satisfied with herself,
and knowing her baby birds would eat quite well,
over the sign down below:
Nudist colony - end of season!
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the early bird gets the worm.
Well in this particular case the late bird gets the worm too.
And this late but very lucky bird was getting the worm(s) all day long,
seemingly,
without very little effort.
So what is that other expression and cliche:
Like shooting fish in a barrel.
The late bird was getting big worms and little worms,
skinny worms and fat worms,
white worms and black worms,
hard worms and soft worms.
In fact she had such a grand bird's eye view
of so many worms
it was beginning to look like 'an all-you can eat' buffet.
Now some of these worms took offense to her assaults
by screaming "Ouch!"
Other worms yelled "Oh my god!"
One worm, and I, your trusted author,
can be found here laughing at this one:
"What the hell was that?"
Many worms, unfortunately , just groaned and died.
And yes dear readers I bet you never thought a worm could talk.
Soon the worm population decreased and slowly went away.
And the late bird was now a very large and fat bird.
So she flew up into the clear blue sky once again,
quite satisfied with herself,
and knowing her baby birds would eat quite well,
over the sign down below:
Nudist colony - end of season!
***************************************************************