Friday, October 1, 2010
The Ants Go Marching One by One
You like the Poems that have Big Words in Them.
The small letters let's compare them to Red
Ants. Oh! Ho! We know which ones Burn your Arms,
Buttcheeks, Elbows, Ankles, Legs, when They get
To Crawling; so surreptitiously have
they Spread into wide Spaces before One
Instinct Unifies them, “Bite Now One and All”—
That’s if they went by our English which They
Don’t. Cuz they have Special Fluids and glands.
Every living Creature is given Tools.
The underground caverns of the Ants They
are Lavish! Here in the Dirt Holes of Our
Mother. She is Everything to them--Hook,
Shield, and Cover--The Ant is our Brother.