Atom Ant
The soles were dropping from the skies.
But, Atom Ant knew he would survive.
He was small as an ant but, strong as an ox.
He was strong enough to lift a 500 pound box.
It was a secret experiment that changed him.
He could make himself big again.
He controlled his size as needed to be.
He worked for the government, you see.
He could get into almost anywhere.
During peace or war. He didn’t care.
His current assignment carried big risks.
He just prayed nothing would go amiss.
He entered the secret facility by a door.
He squeezed under it, nothing more.
There was a special message within.
He would find it, he thought with a grin.
He knew where is was supposed to be.
Hidden in a safe, opened by a frequency.
He had the ability to make the right pitch.
He got the safe open and was into it.
He photographed the secret document.
Then, without hesitation, out of there he went.
He was successful with his mission.
He had Coke’s original formula with him.
They will never know it had been copied.
One time Atom Ant had to hide in a crappie
It was fine till the fish took a dump
He had to swim like hell to save his rump.
Next mission. The 11 herbs and spices.
Kentucky Fried might have a crisis.
Atom Ant cannot be stopped.
He is small but, he knows a lot.
Using bug spray didn’t work.
He wore a gas mask. he was no jerk.
A good old fly swatter might do the trick.
But, you’ll have to be fast or he will split.
The government knows all now.
Thanks to Atom Ant. As he takes a bow.
——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)