Worms

Worms crawl in,
Worms crawl out.
Worms play pinochle on your snout.
They use your tongue,
As a diving board.
They dive right into,
Your vocal cords.
Your stomach turns,
An icky green.
Pus comes out,
Like a Dairy Queen.
Your eyes fall out,
Your teeth decay.
And that's the end,
Of a perfect day!