Has Anyone Seen My Simile
Comic Poem number 170 by
Angela Lansbury
Has anyone seen my sweet simile 10
Moved or stolen my magic metaphor
My brain is oozing with choc'late ideas
I'll phone you a feast, a buffet, much more
A poem is like a cake baked with words
Rhymes like layers of cream attract keen eyes
Strong syllables beat like background music
Big birthday cards, show photos of french fries
The thoughts fly like postcards sent from the past
The chorus chirps like the crickets at night
Verses sweep on like relentless rivers
Like an orchestra's notes lead left and right
Wash hands, erase old, dirty emotions
Drape yourself clean and pristine in new clothes
Ready to face the world dressed in best thoughts
Phone friends, sing on balconies, from smart shows
Like boys meets girls, like large perfumed flowers
Like ballerinas spin spiral scarf twirls
Like eating meat stews sniffed and stirred for hours
Renewed, dance fast, cross the stage of the world
As paper notes float down for a good cause
As children giggle and old folk chortle
As the chorus line curtsies for applause
Writer, reader, hearer, feel immortal.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
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