Just watch it contract and expand,
How it pulsates when held in my hand,
The pink-purple skin,
Ridges out-veins within,
Yes, a good worm's what fishing demands


The effect of this poem's immense:
When you think that you've mastered its sense,
You consider it rude;
Indeed, rather lewd
But - Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pense!!