Metaphors Poem by Sylvia Plath
Metaphors
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I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Friday, September 19, 2014
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4/17/2024 12:01:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
..........okay I give up, I've never been great at riddles ★
She's pregnant. : -)