I don’t know what you think of ants

I think mostly they’re a nuisance

Always on the countertops in droves

Tracking down some sort of food scents

I keep the counter sparkling clean

It really doesn’t matter

They’re after something all the time

But I just give them splatter

I’ve tried the Raid, I’ve tried the soap

Windex, bleach, ammonia

It makes no difference what you try

The ants are going to own ya

But late last night in my garage

I thought I’d seen it all

A column that could lift my truck

Was marching up the wall

Across the floor I saw the source

Using boxes as a bridge

The crafty little buggers had 

Invaded my cold beer fridge

Now this is tantamount to war

To threaten my favorite beverage

But it pretty much turned out alright

Because they lacked the proper leverage

Most couldn’t squeeze past the tight door seal

But it was very clear they’d tried

When I opened up the freezer door

I saw a huge pile that had died

Mother Nature won this round

And froze the perpetrators

And those survivors left behind

Faced the raid can exterminator

I know I haven’t won the war

Because it’s still ant high season

But I made a population dent

For their beer hijacking treason

Copyright 2009  Patrick A. Granfors