Ten Worms Emerged
a counting poem for children141 total reviews
Comment from ragamuffin
A unique idea for a counting poem for children, and I'm sure many children will much enjoy this very picturesque piece. Clever and entertaining.
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A unique idea for a counting poem for children, and I'm sure many children will much enjoy this very picturesque piece. Clever and entertaining.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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ragamuffin, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from TKField
The worms march in, the worms march out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, they eat your eyes, they eat your nose, they eat the jelly between your toes.
That's a song we used to sing at summer camp. What child doesn't like worms? Eating them, catching them, having them, chopping them into small segments. This was a charming Sesame Street style sing along that teaches a small child how to count and be freaked out by worms at the same time. I think this poem has wormed it's way into my subconscious. Ever see that flick, "Lair Of The White Worm" it was based on a story by Bram Stoker, and directed by the late, great Ken Russel. Needless to say, the worm of the title was completely metaphorical and Freudian in nature. Later...TKF
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The worms march in, the worms march out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, they eat your eyes, they eat your nose, they eat the jelly between your toes.
That's a song we used to sing at summer camp. What child doesn't like worms? Eating them, catching them, having them, chopping them into small segments. This was a charming Sesame Street style sing along that teaches a small child how to count and be freaked out by worms at the same time. I think this poem has wormed it's way into my subconscious. Ever see that flick, "Lair Of The White Worm" it was based on a story by Bram Stoker, and directed by the late, great Ken Russel. Needless to say, the worm of the title was completely metaphorical and Freudian in nature. Later...TKF
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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TK, nope, I managed to miss that film masterpiece :-) And yes, I used to sing that song too :-) Thank you for two visits in one night. I'm feeling honored and humbled. Brooke
Comment from kiwigirl2821
Hello Brooke. I love your children's pieces and this one in particular would make a fabulous picture book for children. Can you imagine how Sawyer would feel knowing Grandma had written a book just for him. love your work. xoxo deborah
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Hello Brooke. I love your children's pieces and this one in particular would make a fabulous picture book for children. Can you imagine how Sawyer would feel knowing Grandma had written a book just for him. love your work. xoxo deborah
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Thanks so much, Deb :-) Brooke
Comment from Mystic Angel 7777
This is wonderful! It reminded me of the other morning when there were several on the patio avoiding the flooded garden. I relocated them to higher ground because I am such a sap when it comes to living things LOL 0 who knew they could have been inspiration. Nicely done and I thank you so much for sharing this with me.
reply by the author on 09-Nov-2014
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This is wonderful! It reminded me of the other morning when there were several on the patio avoiding the flooded garden. I relocated them to higher ground because I am such a sap when it comes to living things LOL 0 who knew they could have been inspiration. Nicely done and I thank you so much for sharing this with me.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 09-Nov-2014
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you touched the worms? for that you should be declared a saint. Thanks so much, my compassionate friend :-) Brooke
Comment from Cajungirl
This would make a wonderful children's counting song. I've tried singing it. Poor little worm, it must be hard being down the line on the food chain. LOL
Very enjoyable read.
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This would make a wonderful children's counting song. I've tried singing it. Poor little worm, it must be hard being down the line on the food chain. LOL
Very enjoyable read.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Cajungirl, thank you so much for your generous response to this poem :-) Yes, I imagine life is tough for the lowly worm. Brooke
Comment from RodG
I really like your count-ten-backwards poems, Brooke, and this is one of your best. I love all the ways the ranks of these worms declined. Very imaginative for a young reader. And, as usual, the violence was not scary even though those worms kept disappearing. Another fun read! Rod
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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I really like your count-ten-backwards poems, Brooke, and this is one of your best. I love all the ways the ranks of these worms declined. Very imaginative for a young reader. And, as usual, the violence was not scary even though those worms kept disappearing. Another fun read! Rod
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Thank you, Rod, for your gracious and thoughtful review :-) Brooke
Comment from Ridley Williams
Hi Brooke,
Wow, a lot happened in just a few hours. The worms family was down-sized by 90%! That's a rough day, lol.
I enjoyed all the calamities that befell each ill fated worm and was impressed with the poem's solid meter, rhyme and wonderful enjambments.
Love your imagination and ability to bring these pieces to the page.
Hope your weekends dry, (smile)...Bill
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Hi Brooke,
Wow, a lot happened in just a few hours. The worms family was down-sized by 90%! That's a rough day, lol.
I enjoyed all the calamities that befell each ill fated worm and was impressed with the poem's solid meter, rhyme and wonderful enjambments.
Love your imagination and ability to bring these pieces to the page.
Hope your weekends dry, (smile)...Bill
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Thanks so much, Bill :-) Brooke
Comment from Pullmanspb
I think this is a very clever poem. It's meter is regular throughout and the rhyming never felt forced or odd.
If I had any reservations (or "heads up") it is this: Except for the last work, all others met their demise in different fashions. If this is to be read to children, the reader might be prepared to talk a lot about death, at the level the kids can grasp.
Steven
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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I think this is a very clever poem. It's meter is regular throughout and the rhyming never felt forced or odd.
If I had any reservations (or "heads up") it is this: Except for the last work, all others met their demise in different fashions. If this is to be read to children, the reader might be prepared to talk a lot about death, at the level the kids can grasp.
Steven
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Steven, thank you for your generous sixth star and thoughtful feedback. I know my daughter screens all books/movies/television shows/etc she exposes her son to. I would expect any parent who thinks her child is too sensitive or young to laugh about smooshing worms would not read it to the child in the first place :-) Brooke
Comment from GWHARGIS
This was a great counting poem. I love how you tell a story and don't just count the worms down. It seems like an adventure and takes me on a journey filled with wonder, suspence and drama. Great job. The imagery was brilliant. Gretchen
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This was a great counting poem. I love how you tell a story and don't just count the worms down. It seems like an adventure and takes me on a journey filled with wonder, suspence and drama. Great job. The imagery was brilliant. Gretchen
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Thank you, Gretchen, for your thoughtful response to this poem :-) Brooke
Comment from Father Flaps
Hi Brooke
Almost missed this one. It's a fine counting poem for kids. They'd love it. Ten different stories, and a message. You have to be careful to the dangers that are around every corner, every day. Play safe. Keep your eyes peeled. (especially today with all the terrorists out and about).
I tried a counting poem once... only once. Perhaps you have already read it. I posted a long time ago as a children's poem, "The Cabin Boy Counts To Ten". I'll share it with you here,
And there was Henry Roy, a trusty cabin boy,
Shipwrecked on an island far away.
There he was, all alone,
One thousand miles from home,
Where the sun shone every single day.
He looked all around to see what could be found,
As he sadly shuffled through the sand.
There were two palm trees,
Swaying in the breeze,
And three parrots trying to get a tan.
He walked along the shore, hoping to see more,
As he gazed across the open sea.
There were four conch shells,
Shaped like little bells,
And five crabs crawling crookedly.
He jumped through a wave, feeling very brave,
Trying just to have a little fun.
There were six slimy eels,
Swimming around his heels,
And seven racing rodents on the run.
He sat on some rocks, took off his socks,
And wondered what had happened to his shoes.
There were eight tropic-birds,
With tail feathers stirred,
And nine humpback whales on a cruise.
Day after day, all to his dismay,
He wondered how he could ever last.
But when his heart would fail,
He thought he saw a sail,
Ten sails set upon a mast!
A whaler picked him up, gave water in a cup,
And offered him a job as cabin boy.
He left his lonely isle,
And mile after mile,
He told the crew his name was Henry Roy.
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cheers
Kimbob
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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Hi Brooke
Almost missed this one. It's a fine counting poem for kids. They'd love it. Ten different stories, and a message. You have to be careful to the dangers that are around every corner, every day. Play safe. Keep your eyes peeled. (especially today with all the terrorists out and about).
I tried a counting poem once... only once. Perhaps you have already read it. I posted a long time ago as a children's poem, "The Cabin Boy Counts To Ten". I'll share it with you here,
And there was Henry Roy, a trusty cabin boy,
Shipwrecked on an island far away.
There he was, all alone,
One thousand miles from home,
Where the sun shone every single day.
He looked all around to see what could be found,
As he sadly shuffled through the sand.
There were two palm trees,
Swaying in the breeze,
And three parrots trying to get a tan.
He walked along the shore, hoping to see more,
As he gazed across the open sea.
There were four conch shells,
Shaped like little bells,
And five crabs crawling crookedly.
He jumped through a wave, feeling very brave,
Trying just to have a little fun.
There were six slimy eels,
Swimming around his heels,
And seven racing rodents on the run.
He sat on some rocks, took off his socks,
And wondered what had happened to his shoes.
There were eight tropic-birds,
With tail feathers stirred,
And nine humpback whales on a cruise.
Day after day, all to his dismay,
He wondered how he could ever last.
But when his heart would fail,
He thought he saw a sail,
Ten sails set upon a mast!
A whaler picked him up, gave water in a cup,
And offered him a job as cabin boy.
He left his lonely isle,
And mile after mile,
He told the crew his name was Henry Roy.
***
cheers
Kimbob
Comment Written 08-Nov-2014
reply by the author on 08-Nov-2014
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That is just delightful, Kimbob - I adore counting poems, ought to be more of them in the world :-) Thanks so much for reading and reviewing :-) Brooke
