ANTs in your pANTs
The days passed so pleasANTly
Why cAN'T it always be
Yet some intrude defiANTly
Small things grANTed they be
HesitANT I mention them
OccupANTs of this paradise island
But they bite incessANTly
Leaving unwANTed bumps on me
I see them on your pANTs
See them on your deodorANT
I wANTed to remove them
I see how intolerANT you feel
RomANTic stimulANT importANT
Could I be a worthy consultANT
With ANTs as constANTs
Yet I made a covenANT
You are so fragrANT
I must not be hesitANT
You ask and in an instANT
We are no longer resistANT
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