Pub Chatter 4th Edition - November 12, 2017 - Prompt #3 – Write a poem about a caterpillar going into hibernation, into its chrysalis.

the worm goes to sleep

Ho dar, peeps!  

Y'all  can call me  C'Pilla.

I'm a low-down, down-low

Groove'n caterpillar.

By my style'n you might think that I've come on easy.

But I ain't worn my days out - like dat mindless  B'ZeeZee

He ain't no rappa  - justa jive honey zappa -

Wit a hive fullla squeezies what gives him what he's afta.

Ho dar, peeps!  

Y'all  can call me  C'Pilla.

I'm a low-down, down-low

Groove'n caterpillar.

My mama - she left me on the wrong side of the leaf..

She said "Fend for yoself..  Mama's go'n to the beach! "

Pilla pushed a lotta grass to get up here  in dis tree.

Pilla do what he do... so he be what he  be.... Ya!

Ain't no bee!

Ain't no bee!

Gonna crib in here...

Gonna be... what.....pilla...ca

he sleeps

©Naomi Marshall 2017