The Early Bird Catches The Worm, Really? Inspiration direct from the Halls of Mark or Walton’s mountain I can see how I and everyone else that fall foul of such a gem would want to leap tall buildings in a single bound. No morning coffee jolt for us with such pearls ringing in our ears.
A purse of gold, a cup of ambrosia; perhaps even great troughs of jewels may awaken a latent drive to achieve? Mayhap we could talk of fanciful ships, silken cages full of winsome winsomeness; throw in a grape or two and dare me to beard the lion in his den and I am yours . . .on your team. . .at your service as it were.
But sod the bloody worm! The worm can go free and write a book for all I care I am staying here until you come up with a better maxim than that.
What am I gonna do with a worm anyway? Sing to it, Tell it a story? Or perhaps, now bent to my will, this wriggling sightless aerator will become my muse and torment great acts of genius from my wretched and slothful heart?
“Worm Worm let me compare thee to a. . .” No it does not work call me when something better comes up.