A Limerick in Honor of Springtime

There once was an electrical outlet in our wall.
Every spring, into it an army of ants there did crawl.
But at least it was no longer the mouse,*
Mickey’s bastard who’d made that wall into his house,
Buying a home,** what a magnificently good call.

* Actually, it was a chipmunk. That’s what we writers call “creative license” and the rest of the world calls “making shit up.”

** Of course this could’ve just as easily happened in an apartment; that’s not the point. The point is it would’ve been easier to ignore back then.

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