Bored Talk : Volume 9 “Life, simile put…”
Bored Talk : Volume 9
Life, simile put…
We can live in a home that’s as big as a house.
We can sleep like a baby and be quiet as a mouse.
We can be flat as a flitter, straight as an arrow, or crooked as a dogs hind leg.
Tough as nails and as hard as a rock or blue as a Robin’s egg
Poor as Job’s turkey or as rich as a king. Life, it seems, is a simile thing.
We can sit right through it like a knot on a log, be as right as rain or as sick as a dog.
Let a sleeping dog lie while we lie like rugs
Stay cool as a cucumbers and snug as bugs.
We can have an eye like an eagle or be blind as a bat.
Be slower than molasses in winter or as quick as a cat.
We can float like a feather or sink like a stone.
Be wetter than water or dry as a bone.
We can be pretty as a picture or as ugly as sin.
Duller than dishwater or neat as a pin.
Blacker than tar or white as a sheet.
Green as a gourd and red as a pickled beet.
We can be happy as a clam or a lark, or a pig in shit.
Cold as a well digger’s ass and sometimes a witch’s tit.
It gets hotter than hades or maybe forty hells.
That’s clear as crystal and that’s as clear as a bell.
We get mad as a hornet then calm as a monk.
Sober as a judge or as drunk as a skunk.
Empty as a pocket but full as a tic.
Fat as a hog and thin as a toothpick.
My fingers are get’n prickly as a pear
I’m as stiff as a board and hungry as a bear.
This simile poem has run it’s course.
So I’m off to the kitchen to eat like a horse.