When termites knocked upon ants' door <br />they thought to conquer larval store; <br />how lucky vicious fire ant queen <br />nested above poor Auntie Jean, <br />for when upon the latter's bed <br />it fell and stung her quick and dead. <br />Her Will, found sound, Judge Jonas swore <br />that I'd inherit more and more! <br /> <br />From this one may gay moral glean, <br />auspicious chance and pastures green <br />fall to man mean who plans ahead, <br />blind termites leads to where ants bred. <br /> <br />(9 September 2009)<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stinging-reply-1915-to-ogden-nash-the-termite-harry-graham-ruthless-rhymes-and-hilaire-belloc/
