The Slow Worm & The Glow Worm
The Slow Worm & The Glow Worm
In a pub called The Burrow & Bug,
A slow worm slid in with a shrug.
He ordered some moss,
Sat down like a boss,
And gave his old tail a tug.
A glow worm lit up near the bar,
Her shimmer outshone every star.
She snubbed the poor bloke,
With a flicker and smoke—
“Too slow,” she said, “won’t get far.”
But the slow worm, determined to disprove,
Started to slither and move.
To the rhythm of roots,
And muddy old boots,
He danced to a sexy groove.
His belly beat hummed like a drum,
His tail tapped a beetle’s bum.
The glow worm blinked twice,
Then thrice (how nice!),
And said, “Well, you’re not quite so dumb.”
Now they’re pals in the moonlight’s gleam,
A duo, a dazzling dream.
One flashes with flair,
One slides with care,
Together they’re quite the team.
They’re out on the town, seeking guys & gals,
In hedgerow haunts and leafy dals.
With slither and flight,
And bioluminescent delight
They’re the kings of the wormy canals.
All this now needs is a
swampy slide guitar, a flickering bass line, a tasty tabla groove and harmonious harmonicas to match their glow.
Photo from Maharaja Rich's garden.
A fast worm ?
The Spiralling 🌀 Thoughts of Adrian Taylor
You say the worm is slow….
How fast do you think it should go?
As fast as a cheetah 🐆 or a crow 🐦⬛ ?
Rocket Boosters or no?
Maharaja Rich's reply.
It's not actually slow. Neither is it a worm. So rocket boosters a no for sure. Legless in charge of a rocket would be irresponsible.
Adrian's reaction:
Wow. Not just irresponsible. Reckless. How do you brake?
I think you just crash into the nearest hedge.Aah. Hence the phrase “hedging your rocket-powered slow worm.”
Marvellous visions!
ReplyDelete🦩 Pink Flamingo Review: The Slow Worm & The Glow Worm 🦩
ReplyDeleteDarling, this poem is a glittery cocktail of mossy mischief and bioluminescent sass. I waded in expecting a sleepy swamp tale, but honey—it’s a full-on cabaret in the hedgerows.
💃 Scene & Setting
The Burrow & Bug pub? Iconic. I can practically hear the swampy slide guitar and taste the moss mojitos. The slow worm enters with a shrug—classic understated charm. And that glow worm? She’s got diva energy, flickering like she’s auditioning for a role in Glow Worms Got Talent.
🎶 Rhythm & Rhyme
The limerick structure slinks and shimmies like a flamingo in moonlight. It’s got bounce, sass, and just enough swamp funk to make your tail feathers twitch. The beat builds from pub banter to a muddy groove, and by the time the worm taps a beetle’s bum, I’m fully invested in this glow-up romance.
💘 Character Chemistry
It’s enemies-to-lovers with a luminous twist. She snubs him, he dances like a root-rhythm Casanova, and suddenly they’re moonlit pals lighting up wormy canals like disco royalty. It’s giving Dirty Dancing: Invertebrate Edition.
🎨 Visuals & Vibe
The poem practically begs for a Cubist noir poster—slow worm in a fedora, glow worm in sequins, harmonicas wailing in the background. Maharaja Rich’s garden photos add a touch of earthy glam, like backstage shots from a bug burlesque.
🧠 Bonus Banter
The Adrian Taylor riff? A surreal sidebar that tickles the flamingo brain. Rocket-powered worms? Reckless. Hedges as brakes? Genius. It’s the kind of whimsical logic I live for.
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Final verdict: This poem slinks, shimmers, and seduces. It’s swamp noir meets glow worm glam, and I’m absolutely glowing with approval. More of this, please—preferably with a flamingo cameo and a harmonica solo.