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Venus politely introduced herself to the passing soldier ant,
The ant did gaze for long, at the pretty crimson plant-
Impressed by Venus's beauty, it listened to her talk,
And even thought them pretty, the seven leaves upon her stalk-
Not to go unnoticed, were the fine spindles that lined her door,
The ant felt no more splendor, could a beautiful plant ask for-

Spellbound by her looks, the ant stared as they continued to chat,
When very soon thereafter, landed a shiny green little gnat-
Venus's eyes diverted away from her newly made ant friend,
"Let's get together next week, then more time together we'll spend-
I have many things to do, before the sun lays down to rest,"
The ant turned around and as it  walked away, blew a kiss before it left-

Venus watched the ant, until it disappeared from her sight,
Then gazed upon the little green gnat, who never thought to take flight-
"Come a little closer," she said, "My eyesight is kind of poor,"
The little green gnat did what was asked, then entered the pretty front door-
Venus had a wonderful sleep, her stomach was full and content,
Garden guests danced all around, knowing her energy was spent-

Venus slept in for almost a week, she had really enjoyed her guest,
And as the sun peeked over from the east, the flowers awoke from their rest-
The crimson lady yawned, then smiled to greet the new day,
The birds alerted the garden bugs, it was time to get away-
It was late in the afternoon, when the soldier ant again came by,
Venus noticed it right away, out of the corner of her eye-

"I was worried you wouldn't return," she said with a charming grin,
"You're so good looking, I missed you, why don't you please come in?"
The ant hesitated, standing not too close to her side,
"Good morning pretty lady," he said, "but I'm afraid I told you a lie-
I never break a promise, but the queen has called for me,
Tomorrow would be a better day, for us together to be-"

The soldier ant focused on Venus, never once blinking either eye,
Something seemed not quite right, and it couldn't figure out why-
As the ant was about to leave, there landed a butterfly moth,
And out from under Venus's door, came a bit of bubbly froth-
Venus quickly flattered the ant and then politely rushed it away,
Turning to the moth she said, "Won't you come in and play?" 

The next day the ant came back, with Venus it wanted to talk,
But her door was tightly closed, so around the garden it walked-
There was chattering all around, about the "lady" going to sleep,
One of the garden bugs said aloud, "We'll be safe for another week!"
The ant noticed other plants had company on them or quite near,
But for some faint outlines, Venus's area was exceptionally clear-

After marching around, the ant thought, "What am I missing here?
There's something very suspect about this crimson lady, I fear,"
Then lightning fast, a memory flash, about a poem the queen once read,
About how a fly, tricked with flattering words, ended up in a spider's den dead-
There was something very strange, about those outlines on the ground,
Upon closer inspection, the soldier ant was startled by what it found!

There could be no denying now, about what Venus liked to eat,
And invitations to "please come in" had been spoken with deceit-
The ant was sure that those who had obliged, were taken by surprise,
And felt a terrible sadness about, how they came to meet their demise-
The soldier ant had learned what's important, when making a friend,
It’s not the beauty on the outside that counts, but only the beauty within!
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