Creeps

Down in the dark, they patiently wait
Whatever the hour, whatever the date
And if it’s required to wait a bit longer
They’ll service their Queen to grow ever stronger

These keratin creatures will eat their own kind
Rather than leaving their fallen behind
They'll eat anything that’s remotely organic
But if they sense ‘sweet’ they’re blindly satanic

A human race claiming an intellect great
Will err, which is human, and seal its own fate...
They smell it, they sense it, they know it’s around
And they spew from their caverns through cracks in the ground

From under the bushes and over the fence
Through open windows and in through the vents
They drop down the chimney and crawl out of pipes
Immune to our anti bacterial wipes

The under sink cupboard is swarming as well
And inside the fridge its like something from hell
Open the microwave, they’re in there too
And upstairs there’s more coming out of the loo

A creeping black mass turns the lounge carpet black
They swarm up the sofa and onto his back
Relentless, attracted by sugary charms 
They split and rampage along each of his arms

He’d raided the kitchen for something to eat
He could have done worse than choose something less sweet
For ants are indifferent to tagliatelle 
His fate was decided by strawberry jelly

.......an end.......


But in English English (and being pedantic)
Two last lines for humans across the Atlantic...

For ants are indifferent to Marmite and ham
His fate was decided by strawberry jam

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