Tonight's Poet Corner: No Hurrah
No Hurrah
by Belinda Roddie
The ants went marching more than
one by one, and thus, the invasion
was underway. Kitchen defenses
were obliterated, living room swept
for landmines, even closets
raided as if the furniture were prey.
Not even vinegar and cinnamon artillery
could keep the siege at bay, nor
the traps, filled with a poison once
as vicious as mustard gas. Hope
was abandoned until the general
cried out, "Caulk the weak points!"
Thus, the blitzing swarm lost
the Battle of Warm Suburbia
at midnight, but they declared,
antennae twitching, they had yet
to actually lose the war.
by Belinda Roddie
The ants went marching more than
one by one, and thus, the invasion
was underway. Kitchen defenses
were obliterated, living room swept
for landmines, even closets
raided as if the furniture were prey.
Not even vinegar and cinnamon artillery
could keep the siege at bay, nor
the traps, filled with a poison once
as vicious as mustard gas. Hope
was abandoned until the general
cried out, "Caulk the weak points!"
Thus, the blitzing swarm lost
the Battle of Warm Suburbia
at midnight, but they declared,
antennae twitching, they had yet
to actually lose the war.
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