Wanda (The Worm Woman)

Sneering at the leering lady As she stares and squirms At Wanda with her saintly smile And living wig of worms I like to watch their faces fall As we disgust and shame them Seeking suckers is my game No longer lion taming Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin Perched upon her neck Wanda Wadkins head was hurting It was bitten by insects I watched the awkward way she waddled Walking to the pail She always used to wash her worms And clean beneath her nails I love the should I see inside her But I just can't love her Folding fat that rolls around Like bowling balls in butter Wanda, Wanda, Wanda Watch me, watch me, watch me Won't you watch me for a while Watch me pick my worms up And put them in a pile Watch me sit upon it with My Mona Lisa smile Why Wanda why Do I always watch you cry?