On Nunday morning came at my door,
A Pharaoh  ant of Elephant size.
A   thorax, six legs, two antennae
A form well - shaped, flawless, textbook
With  perfect beginning, middle and end

Over and over I rubbed my eyes
The ant, it stood still at my door,
And bracing itself for all my wrath,
Annunciated at the highest of pitches
The nonsense of all my senses