Lovesong for a lonely maggot

Written in response to a friend, who wrote simply:  “Living in pears is doubly fruitful.”

Oh lonely maggot, Don’t fret
Come rest your weary,
wigglesome body
Come and claim
Your steak

My giddy ant
They are cruel,
Dearest maggot
But wiggle this way,
With your beetling brows
There is room at the bin for you.

Maybe the other maggots are rotters,
Living together in pears
While you’re in
The dump.

lonely maggot,
Wiggle this way
And I shall cherish you
Until the day
You fly.

© Circlesunderstreetlights, 2012