[compost_tea] Christmas Worms

From: Tom Jaszewski <tom_at_livesoil.com>
Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 19:13:24 -0800

 

           
     Christmas Worms
     By Julie Gordon
     
     'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
     not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
     
     I lay still beside him until I heard a snore,
     then I slipped from the bed and out through the door.
     
     I crept up the hallway and down the front stair;
     I tiptoed to the living room to see what was there.
     
     And lo and behold, under the tree,
     was a shiny black box labelled to ME!
     
     I pulled and I pried, and as I lifted the lid,
     I heard a cough from behind, my husband up from bed.
     
     I stood up and stammered "I-I just couldn't sleep";
     "Mm-hm", answered Don, "well that box'll keep".
     
     And so I resigned to go back to bed,
     but visions of gifts still danced through my head.
     
     A new dress, a necklace, a crate full of socks;
     what could possibly be contained in that box?
     
     A tea set, some perfume, a puppy to keep;
     I ran through the options as I drifted to sleep.
     
     In the morning I woke from that sleep with a scream;
     creepies and crawlies; I'd had a bad dream.
     
     And then I remembered just what day it was:
     December 25th, Christmas, of course!
     
     I ran to the living room to see what I'd get,
     but I wasn't prepared for the sight that I met.
     
     There were worms in the carpet, worms on the chairs,
     worms in the hallway, worms on the stairs.
     
     Worms hung from the lampshades and climbed up the walls;
     they infested the kitchen; they crawled through the halls.
     
     I looked at my husband; on his face was pure shock;
     bewildered he wondered "how'd they escape from that box?"
     
     And then I remembered that I'd lifted the lid;
     could worms have been what my Christmas box hid?
     
     "Yes", said my hubby, "it's a vermicomposter";
     under my breath I muttered "I'd as soon have a toaster".
     
     But alas I was stuck with this so-called 'worm bin',
     So I set about getting those worms back in.
     
     And now it's one year later, Christmas eve once again;
     my house plants are thriving, I've worm bins times ten.
     
     Yes, it's true, that black gold sure works like a charm;
     I can't wait 'til my husband opens his brand new ant farm!
                                      
                         Revised December 17, 1996
     Published by City Farmer, Canada's Office of Urban Agriculture
                    Canada's Office of Urban Agriculture
                           cityfarm_at_unixg.ubc.ca

 








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