Cute Ants, Not For My Spouse´s Pants....

Cute ants, not for my spouse's pants.... ain't killing you, dear sweet ants I' m just hanging outside,my spouse's pants and by chance I see you crawling, I correct I see you working, perfect, so diligently with your hundreds, thousands, myriads, why dear ant,is your queen intending to fly? such suitable weather by and by my beloved says he'll kill you all since you make our territorium very small according to him are you all lovers of one queen and inbetween you have those loverboys especially for the queen as her toys if she does not make love to he he'll fly out and dies instantly except the queen she has the special position to be sexually involved with the ones she choses the most handsome slaves yes, she needs more than one then she goes flying out to another nest where her workers, all females, have prepared her brand new rest and the queen of the ants will reign for another cycle her big fertile land.... ©Sylvia Frances Chan Wednesday 26 June 2019 - @ 12.54 noon Dutch Time