The Worm That Squirmed Poem by Royston Nella

I am only a worm, a wriggly worm.
I crawl and I slide and wriggle and squirm.
But I noshed the vine that gave Jonah shade
destroying the shelter that God had made.

I felt really chuffed but had eaten enough,
biting through that old vine was really tough.
But of all the worms God chose little me
to play a part in Jonah's great story.

Old Jonah was a prophet and like a worm
began to crawl and wriggle and squirm.
He was fatalistic and all full of doom,
wracked with misery, anger and gloom.

He did not want to do what God had said,
and got on a boat that went to Spain instead.
But God made a great fish that swallowed him raw,
and then spewed him up upon the seashore.

When God saved Nineveh old Jonah moaned,
and sitting there he just watched and groaned.
"I told you Lord, that this is what You would do."
"For you're all gracious and compassionate too."

Moany old Jonah had got it all wrong.
God had planned what He would do all along,
and all the people of Nineveh were saved
but poor old Jonah just ranted and raved.