The Routs of Aunts
they creep in beneath the door
wander where they've been before
search out any tiny crumb
haul it off, & when they're done
and need some cleaning or repair
shout “Uncle” with impatient air
that's when their partners sidle in
buttoned right up to the chin
look and act formically
track the aunts pheromonicly
until, betwixt ant and uncle too
there's no telling who is who.
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