Dean Bottomley

Rookie (30-08-1995)

Ant - Poem by Dean Bottomley

Scurrying, hurrying, shiny and black
A tiny head and a longer back.
Scuttling along the garden wall
Right on the edge but you don’t fall.

What is the reason for your existence?
All you do is annoy everyone.
You never enjoy the world around,
And live half your life underground.

You work, work, work, everyday
For so little rest and less pay.
From ancient time, yet still extant:
What is your purpose, my little ant?


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  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (3/12/2014 7:20:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this as it started off with an easy rhyme but it had so much depth added by the second stanza. I believe it relates to us as humans too. I wish I could give a more thorough analysis but if I try to review too long I just get chucked out. It's infuriating. Lol. I phone. Grrr buy on laptop no such issues. Stay here its a really good site. I think I've learnt so much here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014


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