PUT UP WITH PLUNDERER

I have cookies; my mom bought me this morning

Eat five three left

I wait till sunset to joy their last

It’s a beautiful day to pass outside

Therefore, I go to play to feel the day

The sun goes around then decides to hide

Remembering my cookies, I feel excite so I go inside

Enjoying my lovely cookies, at least I’ve tried

There are soldiers everywhere, surrounding my precious treasure

The worker ants lift my cookies like a villain: very cruel and unpleasant

Some look blue some look yellow, in the crumb of my precious, seems the colors of the rainbow

An ant is yelling. Tell everybody to be fair, each ant one pair. “Don’t be greedy every one!” said the ant

But that is my cookies snatch away

Stand just on a brittle land

“Share for friends, neighbours even your foes if you want. Be generous for your purposes.”

Are you okay? It’s mine anyway!

They keep walking and the ant still announcing

Don’t mind whether I am watching

Stupefied and none to say, it’s just ants step away

My heart starts to rumble, harder than famous rock star drummer

Tongue feels bitter

Eventually, my eyes come to cry

I do love cookies and also my mom

Clearly I hate ants