A Pome a Day for a Year

There is nothing to this one!
No secret hidden meanings, or gardens,
even though you could argue that
metaphors sprout like flowers
from seeds of letters, I suppose,
but there is none of that here,
just a whole lot of text saying
as little as possible.

You could think of it as an ant,
in pome form, not that ants
are nothing, because they rock
with their ability to carry
ten to fifteen times their own
body weight, so like me picking
up a cybertruck,
(and I would chuck that
into a ravine and laugh!)
I just meant the size
of the ant and the amount
of actual information in
this pome.

So nothing at all to be gleaned
from this, or gleamed,
however you want to
say ean words,
your choice,
not mine,
thus absolving any responsibility
for conveying,
in this pointed pome about zip.