Ms. Ant’s Beauty Parlour

All lads and ladies can visit her parlour

To dull faces she adds glow and colour

Squirrels, rabbits, turtles, ducks and hens

Come to meet her in hundreds and tens.

Ms. Ant serves her clients with the very best

Trims furs, offers manicures and adorns a crest

With a hundred assistants she works non-stop

No, this is my story, not borrowed from Aesop!

So, Ms. Lizard visited her one bright morning

Asked for a manicure - pedicure after a warning

She settled down with the latest cine magazine

Made from leaves, lean and oh so bright green.

She was going with Mr. Chameleon for a date

He was just like Karma, the unpredictable Fate

He’d be dressed in his best colour changing outfit

She was to wear her slim fit gown with a long slit.

Tiny ants ran to and fro, listening to her loud talk

She reclined comfortably on her soft mossy rock

They trimmed her long nails and rubbed and rubbed

Dainty feet and fingers they scrubbed and scrubbed.

They painted her freshly manicured nails bright red

She screamed aloud and the ants scurried in dread

She demanded to meet Ms. Ant, the parlour’s owner

She complained the shade they had not shown her.

Ms. Lizard smiled and said she would do as she warned

How dare they not paint her nails black, she stormed!

Within a trice Ms. Ant and her assistants were gone

Then licking her lips, sashayed out like a graceful swan!

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