Similes and Metaphors. Summer is as hot as a cauldron with boiling water. - Amy Johnson. Poems with Similes. Poems with Similes. Hurricanes are as Destructive and angry As a mother tiger When it’s lost its baby. - Michael Mariani. Poems with Similes. Spring Snow Snowflakes
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Hurricanes are as
Destructive and angry
As a mother tiger
When it’s lost its baby.
Closed, it sleeps
On its side
Opened, it snaps
Its tail out
Like a thin
Shrimp, and looks
At the sharp
Point with a
School is a station
where little children go
to become little engineers
to guide the world.
School is a mind factory
with brain teasers.
Black Is a Shadow
Black is a shadow,
Black is the darkness
That you can’t handle.
Black is a dog.
Black is a darkness
Inside a log.
Black is the night
Because there’s no light.
Black is a scary thing.
Gussie’s Greasy Spoon
Every day, at ten past noon,
I enter GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON,
I plop down in the nearest seat,
and order food unfit to eat.
I try the juice, it’s warm and vile,
the scrambled eggs are green as bile,
the beets are blue, the beans are gray,
the cauliflower tastes like clay.
At GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON, the stew
is part cement, part hay, part glue,
it’s mostly gristle, ropy tough,
a tiger couldn’t chew the stuff.
The rancid soup is foul and thin,
a bit like bitter medicine,
the melon smells, the salad sags,
the mashed potatoes seem like rags.
One whiff of Gussie’s weird cuisine
makes stomachs ache, turns faces green,
her moldy muffins have no peers,
they’ll make you sick for forty years.
The coffee’s cold, the cake is stale,
the doughnuts taste like pickled whale,
yet, every day, at ten past noon,
I eat at GUSSIE’S GREASY SPOON.
- Jack Prelutsky