Jump to content
  • entries
    7
  • comments
    11
  • views
    2,458

About this blog

Thoughts, musings, poetry, scent trails

Entries in this blog

 

What is all that wailing?

I keep hearing screaming coming from above! What in the hell is going on up there? Oh well, #1085 should be coming down to see me in a little bit. I'll ask him then. For now, I'll just keep digging this tunnel. Wait...did you hear that? It sounds like a rumbling sound, like dirt falling on d-

treygreen13

treygreen13

 

Inspiration!

The delicious oatmeal cream pie has given me a great idea... a brand new concept in art! I'm going to construct a new tunnel without the usual supports to demonstrate how fragile our little world is. My fellow ants will surely marvel at my bold statement and artistic expression. Once they see my tunnel they will realize the follies of our constant expansion without regard to the health of our topsoil. Fame and renown, here I come!

treygreen13

treygreen13

 

Oatmeal Cream PIE?!

Someone bring me a morsel from the newest oatmeal cream pie haul. Sugar will surely bring new inspiration to my weary soul.

treygreen13

treygreen13

 

Writing poetry seems unfulfilling

I watch my fellow ants go off to fight and wonder what it would be like to fight for the colony. Think of the adventures I could have! I imagine some band of misfits could use a strapping young ant like myself to march along and inspire the troops with my poetry, songs, and essays. Maybe we could even sneak inside a home and make off with some sheets of paper and a bottle of rum so I could get the full "author" experience. It would be interesting to witness these bizarre acts I hear about above

treygreen13

treygreen13

 

We go to war. Let Antennyson's word guide us.

Half a foot, half a foot, Half a foot onward, All in the yard of green Rode the six thousand. "Forward, the Ant Brigade! "Charge for the mound!" he said: Into the yard of green Rode the six thousand. "Forward, the Ant Brigade!" Was there an ant dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier ants knew The Queen had blunder'd: Their's not to flee the fly, Their's not to bite and ply, Their's but to do and die: Into the yard of green Rode the six thousand. Mandible to right of them, Mandible to l

treygreen13

treygreen13

 

Without Warning

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak A lawnmower takes an ant We ants have made ourselves illustrious Through constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid If you were full of formic acid?

treygreen13

treygreen13

×
×
  • Create New...