A true story and probably ongoing....

 

I tned to be forgiving - you could also add forebearing,

About the ants who perchance have chosen my flat for sharing.

They march in line, or scurry about as if with no sense of direction,

Heading aimlessly this way or that under my patient inspection.

But that personal patience ended today when I picked up the telephone

And found to my consternation that their numbers had hugely grown

Enough!  I thought:  this is too much for a patient soul to bear

They're taking the proverbial and it has to stop right there.

Seizing a deadly scouring pad I went about my work

Becoming an ant attacker - a merciless insect burke.

Wielding my weapon at every moving sign of ant behaviour.

There was to be no hope for them of an intervening saviour;

Until it seemed the job was done, my concerns duly rectified,

But strangely I felt a sense of regret for this act of insecticide!

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