Poem
Antsy Ants
Antsy ants are tunneling beneath my feet
They are forever moving great mountains
One speck of insignificant dirt at a time.
Like any well-trained army they can carry
Burdens of ten to fifty times their weight
They are the mighty builders of empires.
Yet, they cannot invade my sunny kitchen
These super weight-lifters can be repelled
By an aromatic barrier of bitter cinnamon.
© Ipo Dec. 2009
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