A Rainbow of Similes
I’m damaged as a dish at an antique’s fair.
All bruised like a banana, or an orange, or a pear.
Cut up like a carrot – sliced and diced beyond repair.
Unwanted as an umbrella with an ugly tear.
I’m broken as a bottle on a Saturday night.
As dead as Dalai Lama would be in a fight.
Lost like a leapard deprived of it’s bite.
Now tired, but still wired, like an electric light.
I’m stable as a saucepan on a breaking pole.
As helpful as a hoover at the bottom of a hole.
Or as timid as a tortoise when confronted by a troll.
All alarmed like an alarm clock gone out of control.
I can be cold and unfeeling like an ice cube tray.
As downheartened as the devil on a rainy day.
Or as bouncy as a bridesmaid who has caught the bouquet.
And as happy as a hippy at a free buffet.
I’m as changeable as a British summer forecast.
As likely to survive as a shrew being gassed.
But, like a burned out candle, I know the worst is past.
And the future will be better than a chocolate blast!