My July Word of the Month poem

Hi everyone,

Here’s my poem inspired by PICNIC.

The Picnic
By David L. Harrison

The problem with a picnic is the ants.
As quickly as the cloth is on the table
You’ll feel the first one crawling up your pants.

People never really stand a chance.
Food without intruders is a fable.
The problem with a picnic is the ants.

They’ll find you if they have to crawl from France.
No one understands how fast they’re able.
You’ll feel the first one crawling up your pants.

Around the corn they do a victory dance –
A buggy boogie, if you need a label.
The problem with a picnic is the ants.

Their anty voices utter tiny chants,
According to my zany Auntie Mabel.
You’ll feel the first one crawling up your pants.

The way they rudely nibble as they prance
Makes you think they grew up in a stable.
The problem with a picnic is the ants.
You’ll feel the first one crawling up your pants.

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7 comments on “My July Word of the Month poem

    • Good morning, Matt. Thanks for your comment. I’m glad you like the combination of serious form with light subject. I enjoyed the challenge.

    • Well we do have ants for sure. But as a kid I used to capture ants in Arizona and pit red ones against black ones. Doesn’t everyone do that?

    • Jeanne, it’s a villanelle. The formula is strict and can be taxing. I’ve written several children’s poems using the form, usually trying for a smile or laugh. I think it adapts very well.

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