Our NaPoWriMo Project Poem for today is titled: Freshly Mixed Metaphor with a Side of Simile

Freshly Mixed Metaphor with a Side of Simile

He could see right through her
Gossamer hair
Shallow conversation
Lighter than air

Spent her mornings pumping iron
Quiet as a mouse
Green with envy she was built
Like a brick outhouse

That last line is an picture
I may never understand
From a dear departed childhood
Guess I just think like a man

boh

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