Ants
These ants in my pajamas came over on the Mayflower, I think.
They are a hearty breed with the temerity to crawl in my covers tonight
To find the piece of cookie that seems to be in the sheets.
No, thanks for the naughty thoughts, the cookie is not mine.
The ants hauled over from the sink in the bathroom where they were invading my underclothes
Planning an assault on the inside of my purse with the mint from the bad Italian place.
Several were reassigned by their unit from the kitchen cabinet wars.
We've been in a battle since October.
They must be winning because the last I looked down fifty in my pants
Had bitten so many burning spots my entire leg is an itching flaming mess
Just like these Mayflower ants, to think you can move in and just take over.
It's interesting to note that typing my little soliloquy running over
The typepad a flank of ants have also been assigned keyboard crumb retrieval.
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