Ants
ANTS ON A HILL
A little way of tiny life,
insects which are not easy to sight.
Follow me, I'll follow you.
Easy to spot in daylight
Sticking together without glue,
sneaking in cracks at night.
Walking around with no clue!
Stepping on them left to right.
To their queen they are true.
They don't seem to be very bright.
Walking in a straight line is all they do.
Everything to them is a meal,
even the meat on me or you.
Ants on a hill,
I stand here by Chance.
Ants on a hill,
I can't stand still.
Ants on a hill,
Making me dance,
Ants on a hill,
Their mean bite is real.
Ants on a hill,
My legs I scratch.
Someone give me some gasoline and a match.
Ants on a hill,
Who I will burn and smash!
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
Copyright © Skat A | Year Posted 2010
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