Arthur Oddwinn Aardvark

Good afternoon--aren't aardvarks cute?! not the one i drew (although in its defense, i think you can tell that it is an aardvark), but the real-life ones like the picture of the li'l baby i stole from google. today i completed my 2 and a half'th workout from the P90x series! yay! sore muscles!!! :) it's goofy but tough. i think my worst move so far is lifting my legs straight up in the air from a lying-down position. i simply don't have those muscles. yet. "bring it." grrrrr....
anyhow, here is another animal/food poem, this time about...of course...an aardvark!

Arthur Oddwinn Aardvark thought
That ants were quite a treat--
The perfect blend of "crunch" and "chew,"
Of "savory" and sweet."
Yes, Arthur munched them happily,
With neither guilt nor qualm--
Until a tiny, trembling voice
Disturbed his glutton's calm.
"But first-things-first, you murderer!
My voice is trembling--true!
But not in fear--oh, no--but WRATH!
At all the things you do!
My kinfolk line your stomach
(Quite the gut, I'd like to say!)
My friends are on your menu--
Well, they won't be food today!
I've got a plan, you wicked lout,
A plan to save us all...!"
Poor Arthur Oddwinn Aardvark listened,
Silent, and appaled.
"Ants talk?! How horrid! What a shock!
My appetite is gone!"
He shuddered, lost in thought as that
Fierce ant droned on and on.
The ant had plans, quite grandiose,
Which, sure as snakes, would fail--
And yet, he triumphed after all,
For Arthur A. turned-tail
And scurried off, avowing to
Avoid all talking food--
"It simply isn't palatable. Plus,
It's just plain rude!"