I had an aching concept for a poem.
It wormed its way into my brain today.
I felt compelled to give a proper home
To all these lovely words that came to play.
And as it played it spread to half a page.
Contrived, it told an old familiar tale.
About an evil wizard and a sage.
Who lived in a fair Kingdom in the Vale.
But much like many old, familiar plots
It seemed to be a little bit clichéd.
And even though impressive in its spots
It’s best that I just leave it where it lay.
For there will always be another worm.
An exercise in madness, I confirm.
