Insect Picnic

July 21, 2018 — poem, poetry

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Inventive little creatures stumble across the picnic lawn
Dancing with the birthday cake we worked on since the dawn
The ants and caterpillars enjoy the sugar roses, icing sweet
They scamper merrily down the path with butter on their feet
They have made a regular sport out of devouring our repast
Nature knows no bounds when people picnic on the grass
We can think ourselves lucky for feeding the cake to the ants
Now we will all have a better chance of fitting into our pants