A Little Luxury

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A Little Luxury


There once was an ant named Madame Aunt. She was french from Paris. Been kicked out from Ches Henri with a broom as tall as the Eiffel tower and a Chef who brows on key. So the mad aunt crawls in to live with a chugalug name Bo. O'er by the train tracks where the trains chug in rare and slow. "Any minute now" she whispers to herself. Tucked by a fridge she is no bigger than a crumb of bread. A loud noise was heard a rumble from the upstairs floor. Bo is up and making his way down for a little snack. "La donna e zafaro" he pipes while scratching his belly. He peeks inside his once imbelically beautiful belly "Common common" says Aunt to earth, drop me a little somethin' clumsy Bo! " Bo picks up a turkey drumstick from the fridge and begins to clean it up. Numero Uno prima donna vacum of luxury class. "He's such an clutz" pipes Auntie M. She's about to give up on the idea of having a meal when suddenly out of the blue a piece of turkey drops to the floor like manna from heaven. "Mary Joseph Baby G" I think daddy long legs remembered me! Bo starts up the stairs with a mutter, "leave some for the wee bit bums my mama used to say" then he flip flops his way up to have another snooze. "Bless his little heart" Ant Full says as she rolls on the last crumb. "Life is good when you live by the train tracks." A train scurries in at the speed of a desperate freight in felony distress. The windows lose there dress and Auntie Madame or whatever she calls herself, runs for her life. Back to Henri's where the beef is soft and an ant doesn't have to shuffle far to get some grub. As long as she stays away from that dratted broom, Madame Grey Poupon will be able to cut the mustard just fine. The End.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 2/12/2017 9:29:00 AM
    Such an original, masterful yet silly piece. Only a 7 grabs me by line #1.. Your righteous imagery kept me in the moment of this simple yet extradinary tale...like peeking into a moment of the Ant's life ......peace, Jill lol:)

    Rose Avatar Mystic Rose
    Date: 2/12/2017 6:18:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I am glad you enjoyed my silly story about an ant. it was a morning sprite x
  1. Date: 2/12/2017 8:37:00 AM
    This is a luxury of prose, Vie. x

    Rose Avatar Mystic Rose
    Date: 2/12/2017 6:17:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I woke up with this story in my head so it had to be told, thanks for indulging me in some humor x