The Annoying Ant
One Autumn
I got an ant bite on my bottom
while looking for my father’s hatchet
and I was afraid to scratchet.
A Short History Lesson
When I was in school we studied some old geezer
named “Julius Ceezer”.
He easily defeated Gaul
Alesians and all.
But, he tried to steal the Roman throne
which he should’ve left well alone.
His last words were a beauty:
“Et tu, Breauty?”
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I love the first one, the second the rhyming seems a bit of a stretch 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
The first one is the one I started with but it seemed cheap to only post four lines…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nope, they were pure gold 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
No poem about ants is complete without pants.
LikeLiked by 1 person
No poem about bees is complete without knees…
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m waiting for the one about the fox with lox.
LikeLiked by 1 person
How ’bout athletic support in a crate? Jocks in box?
LikeLike
I never had an ant bite me on the bottom,
But I did have an aunt who got me besotten.
It’s the only time I was ever drunk….
Which ain’t no lie, but it is the bunk.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can’t beat that!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hey! You told me you didn’t like poetry! These are great!
LikeLiked by 1 person
If you think those are great, YOU don’t like poetry…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Au contraire. I LOVE poetry.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I own a book of humorous poetry that I used to read to my kids. It has Ogden Nash and Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear among others. To this day, my oldest still remembers a lot of them and he’s nearly thirty. We were quoting the Walrus and the Carpenter the other day…
LikeLike