Ol'Wilbert

Lucie Sat Aug 20 2011, 15:59

Here lies the coils of Wilbert(Late)
Who churned the soil from fence to gate
Who's cheery face brightened any day.
In his usual giving wormy-way

His only thought, to find a friend
In whom, he found his other end
This solid union, for years, was laid
A bond, no match for fork nor spade.

This garden was his pride, at best
ITs here- we lay him down to rest
Upon the richest soil and turf
Returned to earth- his place of birth.

Dearest Wilbert, should you need to know
In honour, this garden will always grow.

Miss you always, long, firm friend
remembered, through every bend and end.

( A new concrete friend for mum..)

Upon a lushious lawn of green
Is where you'll often find him seen
A longish and sort of curtious chap
Who doesn't leave your lawn a-gap.
For making holes is NOT his forte
he'd rather friends - he's much to say
So as you perch upon your seat
Becareful where one puts ones feet
For sitting no taller than your thumb
Is our dear friend, ol'William!
A decendant of the Wilbert firm
A conciderate, long life gentle worm.