Question

Some say life's a monopoly game,
spread like a picnic to kill the grass,
assuring no winners save some ants,
until amid the fading rants,
none there are to punch one's pass
into the halls of fame.

16. The metaphor for life in this poem is
A. a monopoly game.
B. halls of fame.
C. some ants.
D. a picnic.

Answer 1

Seasons are celebrations.
A year's a Ferris wheel.
Both honor our world's habit
of spinning 'round a star.

17. In the first line of the poem, the poet is using a
A. loaded word.
B. simile.
C. metaphor.
D. bias.