I remain in my wooden abode
I have no work
But i survive well
On my ramshackle home
No-one really notices me
But i do occasionally meet
Members of my clan
My food is chewy, and moist
Sometimes to salty
And sometimes rotten
But i am grateful for this feast
I bore holes
As my doorway
Which allows me
Entrances, and exits
Which are sometimes
Plugged up by other residents
To keep the ravages
Of the stormy treacherous seas
At bay
My friends call me Lucy
I call myself Lucinda
I live a simple life
As any other Woodworm would
by Jemia