A poem I wrote a few months back, its another attempt at children poetry. We’ve all had the ant experience somewhere along this road we call life, lets remember and laugh.
There’s an itch in my sweater, dear granny.
It is climbing up my arm, dear granny.
There it is tickling my back,
help me granny, it has spread all over.
How can I help you now, dear grandson?
When I have an itch in my own sweater, dear grandson.
There it is moving around my back,
making me shout and jump up and down.
It must be those ants you’re standing on, dear Peter.
Move over to my side, dear Judy.
This side does not cause an itch,
but for now, jump around and get those ants off your backs.
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