Bees and Ants- Poems from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!
Man snores gentle, much like a duck.
Lips pulled back on rictus grin.
Mans pants full of need and sin.
Little line, marching ants.
Marching right into his underpants.
Man flails about, embers scatter.
Against underpant he patter.
Screams bursting still born.
Man runs right into the morn.
Arms akimbo, knees in gutter.
Wings flutter.
Scooping cool water to chill firey ants.
He shoves down those underpants.
A flight of fancy, yellow and black.
That nest disturbed, a tiny crack.
Swarming out to discover, an exposed rear.
Bees needle with finess.
Crocodile leaps up high.
Poor fellow had to die.
Hunters fall, such grace.
Hunter just lost his face.
Croc swims up the river, dull scales quiver.
Belly full.
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excellent !!The pictures express your words
Who is the captain?!? Look at me! ☝🏿👀 I am the captain now!
Beautiful poem. Whoever that person is in the picture with the ants on his hands must be the bravest person in the World