Your three things today are:
When the little wiggle worm
Goes to eat his cheese
He’s given flack from his friends
For never saying please.
He takes his turn at buggies house
And shares his favorite dirt
Buggie doesn’t mind the worm
And loves that little squirt.
They share their things and find their joy
In giving to each other
If you didn’t see their difference
You’d think Buggie was his brother.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry