He swam in a circle.
It wasn't really swimming.
It was dying with agility.
At least, I think he's dead.
His body's no longer there.
I think they carted it away.
Funny the personifications we use...

He drowned.
It was a whirlpool of grease.
It contained mayonnaise.
I tried to save him.
However, I arrived too late.
Standing over him with Kleenex...

He disappeared.
I could not unbend his crooked form.
Dry tissues were of no use.
I blew him with a forceful breath.
He landed like a jumper on the porcelain,
Bent.

And within minutesm
the ant was gone.
I think they carted him away.
Funny our personifications.

10/02/2001

Posted on 10/02/2001
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