This probably doesn't fit the rubric, but it's all I have and I wanted to play. A poem for kids that treats the "horrors" very, very slant, if at all. (Ralph, I agree with Carl. Yours is very good).
ARMY ANTS
How can there be army ants?
... They're simply too minute.
Though ants can march, I'm pretty sure
... they cannot wear a boot.
They cannot stand up on two legs
... and solemnly salute.
And I have never seen a gun
... so small an ant could shoot.
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