Absurdity is flowing through my veins,
And, when they’re mined, it freely rains
Along with blood and other stuff I bleed.
If you enjoy these poems that you read,
I want no shiny payment for my pains.
If not, I’ll see that you are promptly billed
For each and ev’ry precious drop I’ve spilled.
Below is a poetic recap of this epic tale of heroism and obscurity: Ann the Famous, John the boy unknown— The girl’s a perfect hero on a throne. While John of ants and gravity has died, The fame of Ann is trav’ling far and wide.