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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

Nippity skip, I'm off to see Pip.
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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Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

and the sock thieves.

got a gigle, thanks JessK The prelude wass un-necessay and only you friends would bother to read the poem. cheers, Jess
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

Only my friends?

I agree the prelude got a little windy. Only my friends would bother to read the poem? I hope more than just my friend would read them! Thanks, Jess, now I'm sad. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
themoonman

themoonman

18 years ago

Hi Lynn...

that is some funny ants.. where is that Raid... enjoyed .. Richard
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rider68

18 years ago

Was this written with a straight Face?

Lynn Made me laugh, It's good to capture all the moments, Could be a short story.......? I'm a bit concerned with the underwear bit, could all end up a bit itchy. Love the new pic.... Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~