She was born in the center of a community center s central foyer while her mother played whist And just to annoy her we stuck forks into the ground outside and fondled the dirt as though it was something other than inert And it was The rocks spat up the joyless eggs we d once displayed at Easter time when colour blind rabbits ate themselves leaving us paper bones and half-priced mirth Whatever happened to mudpies we used to never care about worth This soulless elemental a by-product of the past marched along the public playground s sandy gravel path It oozed its way ascending up the wooden logs and stairs and sliding down the spiral all alone but not in pairs Deformed by rain jagged and grouchy to touch thrown down millions of heights to rest on such glorious plains like mud sludge and crud It only wants a bath an intimate encounter with suds The precipitous arrangement with the flying water drops soon resulted in the hearing of such many splashing plops The beast is glad he oozes down into the moist and tender ground Worms welcome their cousin with silent Hoorays! and butter up moldy bread for the hungry stray A kitchen of rotten recipes steams all night to feed the rolling rebel to its heart s delight But moldy bread and recipes just weren t enough The oozing fiend wanted more satisfying stuff And so he gobbles up and eats his spongy little host He takes a knife and spreads him upon some moldy toast The worms are on the bread all splayed Their mustard-covered rings displayed A touch of mayo dash of lettuce soon completes the lunch of this menace He gobbles it down and licks his lips Oh what a yummy dish he quips Then off he goes to search for more Worms and centipedes nutrition galore! Pretty soon the dirt is dead The bloated monster fat and red He shifts his bulk from pound to pound and shifts back into mother ground But oh alas that gluttonous fool Forgot about the golden rule You are what you eat the morals say And now in the earth a worm you ll stay The End That is the end of Sponge Pudding! (a song) Thank you all contributing poets (Fripp Zinnia Rock Zamfir Worshipper Cthulu) (Yes this was just plain weird)