Saturday, January 5, 2008

The Worms Crawl In (POEM)

And now for a more detailed description of how those wicked wigglies attack a body in a grave. You probably sang this one as a kid, well, you probably sang some of it… but how many of you actually know ALL the words?

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
They crawl in thin and they crawl out stout.
They bury you deep in a deep dark hole,
They leave you there to decay and mold.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
They eat your guts and they spit them out.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochole on your snout.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle in your snout,
They eat your guts, and spit them out,
And then they use them for sauerkraut.

Did you ever see a hearse go by,
And think that someday you'll prob'ly die?
They put you in a little box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
Your guts they turn a slimy green,
And then they come out like whipping cream...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I REMEMBER THIS POEM, BUT NOT ALL THE WORDS. IT'S PRETTY DISGUSTING, FITS WELL WITH BOTH OF THE POSTS TODAY AND THE FULCI ZOMBIE IS A NICE TOUCH!

Anonymous said...

I never even knew there were other words to this than the 3 or 4 famous lines about in and out and pinocle on your snout. I don't get the whipped cream part.

Anonymous said...

I remember this song from the playgrounds of my childhood (which was also heard in the movie THE UNDERTAKER AND HIS PALS), but the kids in my neighborhood knew it with each stanza followed by "... AND I FORGOT MY SPOOOOOON!"

Karswell said...

Interesting... today I'm getting more comments on a poem than the horror scans.

Maybe I should turn this into a poetry blog?

Horror pariah said...

Hmmmm,a poetry blog,maybe you can get your old friends the Harringtons to recite a few Coleridge poems,Shake some speares,and it'll be the POE-fect blog.

Karswell said...

>it'll be the POE-fect blog

Are you performing here all weekend? Buh-duh-dump...

(Tipping my waitress now.)

Anonymous said...

who wrote this poem