My mom dropped my off at school
Just like she did every morning.
The smell of rain on the grass,
Droplets skittering to the ground,
I made my way to the fields
Where my friends stood every day.
This time wasn't just my friends.

A giant mob of children
Laughing
Jeering
Squealing
Pointing
At something on the damp ground.
A great big, thick as my thumb,
Long as my forearm (a bit less)
Huge and ginormous, earthworm.

My teacher walked towards us,
A long stick held in her right hand.
Kids parted like the Red Sea
Around Moses as she approached
And we stared and stared and stared.

Not even one word uttered,
She picked the worm up on her stick
Watched it slime all over it
Then chucked it over the fence
And into the neighbouring park.



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