A Little Ants Sword

Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge. They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes Cover his whole body from his head to his toes The queen gave her order for her ants to attack Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack. There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself. The others were preparing for a mass swamping While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping. They entered inside both trouser leg realms These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy. Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal. They battled there way through, this united strong army While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy. They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled At all times they were all on high red alert. To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk. These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction. He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey. Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone My garden is yours and every ants home I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat" I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat." Harmony and peace, balance restored Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant. 04.06.24