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May 15, 2008
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Double Trouble ( a series)
Author's Note: These two kind of go hand-in-hand, although 'Sugarbowl Ants' is really part of the "Ants, Guar the mouse, and Jai's Escapades" trilogy. I might add that in the UK, pants are the equivalent of our 'underwear.' You'll notice the appearance of the underwear gnomes, and that's why these two go hand-in-hand. Watch out close for them, as they are in cahoots with the sock gnomes. Just some nonsense, made purely for entertainment. As always, just my stuff folks, take from it what you need, and leave the rest... And now, without further ado:
Beeloop Defunk
Zippity doo, we're off to the zoo.
To see the willy-jiggers swim, and the beeloop defunk play the kazoo.
Look at the booblie-boo who just fell in the loo!
Wigglity ziggles, now we're filled with the giggles.
See, even you're laughing too.
Flippity zum, day is done, and Pip and I have gone home.
Wrapped up tight, we both say g'night.
And our pants are stole by the underwear gnomes.
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Sugar-bowl Ants
Standing there alone, benign to the normal eye
a blue sugar bowl with a surprise inside.
Wait a second, here they come.
The parade of ants, one by one.
See the one with the hat, and one with a stick.
One's twirling a baton, no wait, that's a tooth pick.
There's a little drummer, and there's a little singer.
There's a little rebel, little buggar just gave me the finger!
One's dressed as a clown, one's pushing a cart.
I swear the rebel just let loose a little ant fart.
Opening the lid to the sugar-bowl, I slip in a quick look.
Gone is all the sugar, every grain those little 'uns took!
But quick, they're coming back to the jar.
I scurry away, but watch from afar.
Back into the bowl they go, back into their homes.
I'm convinced of their acquaintance with the underwear gnomes.
— infinite_dwarf, May 15, 2008
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weirdelf
18 years ago
and the sock thieves.
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
Only my friends?
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Lynn...
rider68
18 years ago
Was this written with a straight Face?