Anton the
Audacious
Aardvark

Anton the Audacious Aardvark
was always up for a good lark.
He made a habit of trying on suits
with their owners still in them, just for hoots.

When climbing up a flight of stairs,
he liked to tweak folks’ ankle hairs.
He’d save a week’s supply of ants
to hide in someone’s underpants.
And when he felt especially perky,
he’d dress up like a Christmas turkey.

Unfortunately, Anton’s fate –
it grieves me deeply to relate –
was grim. I heard a rumour,
he met a python whose sense of humour
did not extend to being tickled.
In fact, its pride was sorely prickled.

And, although Anton protested,
he’s now thoroughly digested.

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