Snaking Suspicions
Bartholomew’s bones are now buried
In a bag in a box in a berm,
And when he has fully recycled,
He’ll become a new breed of a worm.
In life he was lousy and lurid,
Licentious and lickerish he;
Bartholomew Bogle was wicked
As one creepy creature could be.
So down in the dirt he is digging
New depths better suited his sin,
Alive, quite the snake, let us make no mistake,
Now interred, he’s the same in new skin.
Let Bartholomew go to the devil,
Worming down to the deep for his due,
And at least we can bless in our hearts the good lesson:
I won’t be a Bogle–will you?
Art-Colored Glasses 
Very nice! 🙂
Thank you, Giovanna! 😉
Well done kathryn….
I just hope it doesn’t turn out *I* am better at being compost than at living! 😉 I’ll try to behave myself while I can! 🙂
Such beautiful illustrations in this post, Kathryn.
Glad you like them. The church front is from a shot I took of the little Lutheran church near LBJ’s ranch, and the spire seen through a window I photographed from the bell tower of the cathedral in Dallas: cathedral . The music director there invited Richard and me to take a sanctuary tour with him and he ended up phoning the carilloneur, who came and gave us the full tower tour (and she even let us play the bells!) in addition. Needless to say, I was delighted to have brought my little camera along, but it couldn’t possibly capture the experience of standing beneath the hatch of the bell level as she was playing them!
very nice poem
Thank you kindly!
What great words. I sure don’t want to meet Bartholomew… 🙂
Some personalities are best experienced only as fiction!! 🙂
“Best experienced only as fiction!!” Yes; but not always a possibility. Bad boy Bartholomew is out there operating, alive & without restraint, as we discuss him here on the WordPress airways. Keep a close watch, my clever poetess…
Oh, yes, as we know: all stereotypes, no matter how exaggerated, originate in repeated experience.