ANTS
Living in a bedsit,In old London town.
While working days and night's,
Waking up I saw some Ants,
Crawling all around.
So half tired grabbed some antspray,
And I really went to town.
Spraying all the ants,
Wherever they were found.
Know awake I saw the can,
Thought I'd better call my mam.
And tell her what I did,
After all at 18 years old,
I was still here little kid.
Told her I had a infestation of ants,
In my one and only room.
She asked "Did you try getting rid,
By sweeping them up with a broom".
No I replied I'm not as daft as that,
Instead picked up some antspray.
Sprayed across floors and tables,
And every tiny crack.
Trouble was now awake that I was able,
I saw what was written on that can.
As I stopped to read the label,
It read hairspray not antspray.
Mum said did it kill them?
No I said as I thought it through.
I keep on seeing little glints of mirrors,
I think there checking out their hairdos.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-22 at 02:13
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