Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Bad Attitude Ant

There was an angry ant,
Resentful of his work,
Who went about with blazing eyes
And acted like a jerk.
He barked at passers-by
And shot them nasty looks.
He went into the library
And made marks in the books.
And when the sun went down,
The wind swept down the street
Hunting for the angry ant
To have a meet and greet.
“You nasty little brute.
You whiny so and so.
You’re not a grouchy amateur,
But a grouchy pro.”