Prize Winner
Wriggling fiercely through the school of soil,
Burrowing into the undergrowth,
Extending its silky body skilfully,
And twisting into a coil.
All of a sudden,
It digs right down,
Lying in the hollow hole,
And smothers itself with a pile of mud
Then gets trampled on by a hen.
This is the discovery of the wriggle,
That lies in a squiggle,
And lies in a hollow hole.
