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
