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ANT I DON’T
Our house has been invaded by ants.
Thousands of creatures too small to wear pants!
They crawl in the kitchen, they swarm up the wall.
Just where have they come from, one and all?
I don’t like ants, black, brown, or red.
To me, the only good ant type is dead!
What nerve they have to come into my kitchen
Uninvited, no less! They all need a switchin’
Or worse. Chemical warfare will need to be done
To wipe them all out to the very last one!
So, I scrubbed them away with sanitizer.
But, back they came, not one bit wiser!
Two more scrubbings, but still they came back.
So ant traps were our next plan of attack.
But those little devils seem to think they are cute.
They swarm outside but don’t go in for its "fruit."
So we went outside and looked all around,
Trying to find their hole in the ground.
We found it at last, right under our home.
Invading our space, they’d not far to roam!
We attacked them there with insect sprays,
Ant traps, and hexes on their wicked ways.
Our ant-war’s not over; not clear yet who’s won
A stalemate’s been reached as another day’s done.
We’re bigger than they are; more powerful, too.
But they were here first. So, what should we do?
Tomorrow morning, we’ll pack up our gear
And drive on down the road, leaving most of them here.
A few may hitchhike, but they soon will croak,
So distance will be our ant-I-don’t!
5 Sept 2010 - mshr
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