I sat upon an anthill The ants were not amused, They called me inconsiderate I was threatened and accused, When I discovered my grievous error I leaped up to apologize, Brushing my clothing vigorously Much to their surprise.
I discovered sometime later Ants are very clever, They will sneak inside one's clothing Like a military endeavor, A nibble here, a nibble there A crawling sensation in my hair, Getting their revenge For disturbing their home and lair.
Ants are devious That's for sure, Tea tree oil was The cure, A lesson was learned For future use, Be more careful where I sit To avoid ant abuse.
Buzzing blue beetle Tumbling clumsily Over my head; Striking my chest and Falling into my lap, Apparently unbothered. How did you get in? It doesn't matter. I'll place you outside. You open your wings And spring off into the air.