Sonnet of the Ant on the Lam
Edward D. Nudelman
The ant that carried my lunch away
back to his lair to feed his family
(a fragment of pink honeyed ham)
did not pause to ask, and is now on the lam.
No farewell nod or hint of gratitude,
no impish antennae waggle—how rude!
With nary a blink from a compound eye
he sidled off with his prize held high.
I would have asked the connoisseur
(with the compound eye) if he’d rather prefer
a piece of cake or a wedge of cheese;
but he took it without a simple “please,”
A fragment of fine pink honeyed ham;
and now the exoskeleton is on the lam.
EDWARD NUDELMAN is a graduate of the
What prompted him to write this poem?
"Well, shoot, I love arthropods. They're so industrious and efficient; everything that I'm not. I also love the sonnet structure. However, it can get a little serious sometimes. Every now and then I like to make the sonnet pay for its strict 14-line requirement, and fill it full of fluff. This silly poem was fun to write, and I must confess, came from nowhere sublime or noble in my soul. Just a wicked desire to put an ant into a sonnet. And perhaps evoke a laugh or two."