A poem by Rosie Robertson


Walter's revenge.

Walter, you're a wimp, it's known throughout the dell

So why don't you mind? He shrinks when I yell.


He pulled out of his coil and wriggled away

But I wriggled behind, I'd more to say.


Thus it continued for many a day

With me nagging and him slithering away


You don't hold your head up tall, at all

I don't like heights, I fear I might fall


I despaired he'd stand up to Alfred the Great

But then came the day Alfred met his fate


He went way too far with his latest spate

of control and bullying of Walter, my mate


Walt's head was high metaphorically

As he writhed with Alfred heroically


For Walter knew the time was right

For this worm turning hermaphrodite!