Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Cry Uncle

We are the ants
    who march into
      your pantry
  as well as your pants

  We are the ants
    who stealthy advance
      do a snake dance
  then eat up your plants

  For we are ants
    not sycophants
      your Devastation
  ~ our gleeful bromance

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Evelyn Judy Buehler September 18, 2022 at 9:54 AM So funny! (and a bit frightening) :0 Gershon Wolf September 18, 2022 at 2:48 PM Yes, I guess this is a bit frightening. Hadn't given much thought to that in my zeal. Thanks for pointing that out to me, Evelyn... ~ Z is for Zealot

Michael Tor September 18, 2022 at 8:08 AM Yes they are taking over my friend. Crush those ant hills before we are taken over by those team workers that are multiplying fast and abundantly. Michael Tor September 18, 2022 at 7:29 PM Yes please, lol... They have built some underground high risers rumor has it Trump is offering to buy them out...lol Michael Tor September 18, 2022 at 7:28 PM Yes please, lol... Gershon Wolf September 18, 2022 at 2:49 PM Michael, I'm coming soon to your area with my ant-dozer. Should I make a house call?! lol. ~ gw