No matter the time of day (or night), this is my favorite greeting to give. It just feels so cheerful. (Also, I have trouble keeping track of time.)
Wear BootsOur ants are meaner than your ants are mean;Wear Boots by Voice-of-Levity
Mini volcanoes scar every lawn's green,
Each mound of dirt spewing six-legged fires,
Red and black armies of acid and ire.
Who is the Reaper?Some would give comfort,Who is the Reaper? by Voice-of-Levity
Others, just death;
Which one will sort
Through those lacking in breath?
Choose your answers,
Name the names,
Be a winner,
Don't shift blame.
His roles conflict, the needs cut deep,
But surgeons have no time for sleep,
And even in your final rest,
This saint will strive to serve you best.
This nurse, she seeks to do you ill,
Injects your death with proper skill
As, bedside smile upon her face,
She works to end the human race.
Born a plague that like man walks,
Comes too close, and ceaseless talks.
He's tiny lives that can't stay dead,
And so he lets you die instead.
Casts a spell,
As pretty face to make men pause,
The perfect lady brooks no flaws;
She lends her voice and eyes to charm,
And lifts no hands to dole out harm.
Burnt, discarded, and cast out like dirt,
Her name tells a story, and the story did hurt.
But hardy and stubborn, refusing to bend,
Her name says her story ain't ready to end.