The ANT in me

I'm on the mend, the end's in sight,
(At least I wish with all my might,)
Today, I'll have to fudge a bit,
I hope this old poem is a hit!

If you could be an animal, what is it you would choose?

A lion with his heavy mane? A sloth who likes to snooze?

Perhaps a horse who runs so fast. A monkey in a tree?

How about a dolphin playing games of tag at sea?

A shaggy bear? They get to eat most everything that’s seen,

Go sleep the cold months all away and wake up really lean!

Sometimes, I think a great gazelle, cause they run really fast,

Or perhaps a spotted cheetah. Watch as I blow past!

An eagle flying overhead and looking down on all?

Would you choose an elephant? Or something rather small?

Now here’s the point that I would make: A bug’s NOT on the list,

At the bottom of the food chain, they’re the ones that just exist,

Look at all the ants! We humans see them as a pest,

And do the things we can to kill or tear apart their nests,

Getting squished or poisoned if they stray beyond their grounds,

So they try hard to live their lives where they cannot be found.

Is it any wonder that an ant I would not be?

I’m sure you see my point and likely with me you agree…

But here’s a thought I had not factored in the very least,

Though the ant is very small, he is a hearty beast,

And every one can carry ‘most a hundred times their weight,

In food and lots of yummy stuff, to put upon their plate,

And then the thought struck me: In food, a HUNDRED TIMES MY WEIGHT?

I’ll be an ant. Watch out! I’m heading for the choc-o-late!

Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"

We write because she's the Bee's Knees!

And we love her, you know that’s true,

So this is what we writers do . . .

We craft a poem based on a theme,

With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,

Each month we write and have such fun

We can't wait for another one,

Sooo...this month, how well did I do?

Please go and see the others, too:

BakingIn A Tornado
Messymimi’sMeanderings           

Fairly Effective Imagination

I'm trying not to choke and gasp,
But Covid's got me in its grasp.
My brain is just a little dense,
I’m praying that this poem makes sense!

When I was young, I loved the tub,

With rubber ducks and rub-a-dub,

For hours on end I’d splash and play,

Until my mom got in my way,

Cause once she came inside, I knew

My bath time moments numbered: few,

Soon it was time for me to leave,

The thought? It made me feel bereaved,

Who knew when next we two would meet,

With water, warm and claw-ed feet?

So I would slide as far away

As I could get. To my dismay,

My mom had other tricks that she

Employed most effectively,

Yep, she would simply pull the plug,

And her young daughter’d hit the rug, 

And shiver there, all wet and pink,

Even faster than you’d blink,

Cause daughter knew if she remained,

She’d go down as the water drained!

Now looking back, I see the flaws,

It never was to be, because,

E’en though I was a little thing,

I’d not fit through that bathtub ring!

 

When raising kids, it’s good to use

Imagination to induce,

And Mom? She put in tons of thought…

Used MINE against me quite a lot!

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Halloween or Knock-Knock schtick,

Join us, see which one we pick!

Thinking of joining us for Poetry Monday?

We'd love to welcome you!
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)...

Bathtubs (October 24) Today!

Halloween -or- your favourite Knock-Knock Joke (October 31) 

Oatmeal (November 7)

Pickles (In or eating!) (November 14)

Giving Thanks! (November 21)

French Toast--or Breakfast (November 28)

Mittens (December 5)

Poinsettia -or- Potted Plants (December 12)

Muffins (December 19)

Candy Canes (December 26)