I don't feel bad.

The ants didn't realize,
That a sickly sweat poison,
Had been sprayed around their new playground.
So just like the song,
The ants came marching one by one, ( hurrah hurahh)
But also came dying one by one ( hurrah! Hurrah!)

At first I felt bad,
Watching their tiny bodies squirm,
But I shut the door and walked away,
It's what they get for coming into MY house.

Author's Note

I really hate ants. Why do they always have to try and invade my house? Poison is the only thing they get here.

Reviews

[Sharon]

Your a great writer! You see, I enjoy seeing new perspectives of poetry and I really enjoying reading your poems, they have a unique beat and style to them! :D