The Artex of my Ceiling

On the artex of my ceiling
There is a creepie crawling
Upside down but never falling.
A strange being
Many legs and all seeing.
Does he know where he’s been
And what he’s seen?
Does he worry,
Never seems to be in a hurry?

There is a lone ant on my sink,
What must he think,
Doesn’t life stink?
Enamel white causes him to blink.
Looking up he spies
The creepie crawly in the skies
And can’t believe his eyes;
Upwards lies the prize!

Creepie crawly looking round
Is pleased with what he’s found.
On the sink below is a meal,
Creepie crawly heads down with zeal.
Rumour has it, ants taste like veal.
Upwards and downwards the creatures head,
Following the abiding need to be fed.

On the artex of my ceiling
There is an ant who pants crawling,
Upside down but never falling.
There is also creepie crawly on my sink,
Where the ant has gone he can not think.
Looking up he spies another ant in the skies.
He can not believe his eyes,
Maybe upwards lies the prize!