This poem is for all my Samaritan friends, remembering that hot, ant-ridden summer of 2012
SAMARITANTS
There’s ants in the kitchen, all over the floor,
Marching in columns ‘twixt window and door,
There’s little ant families with babies in strollers,
And great aunts and grandmas, with hair set in rollers,
There’s ant politicians, surgeons, physicians,
Tiny ant dentists and groovy musicians.
There’s ants on the worktop, there’s ants in the kettle,
It seems like these ants have decided to settle.
It’s a veritable Antsville, with no ant-free zones,
And the next thing you know, they’ll be manning the phones.
Maggie Smart
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