Love you like a bad simile

Similes are like the glue sticks of authors - joining disparate entities, creating mosaics of thought and images; Springing out of nowhere like eternal rivers and carrying the mighty flow of Idea! One should really be as blind as a bat not to appreciate the immortal

"We meet thee, like a pleasant thought" (William W.)

or the

"Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud." (William B.).

It is amidst these giants of similes that little delicate beauties like

"Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever"

spring forth and hold their own...


The following is my humble attempt to recreate the magic of some unforgettable daisies like the

" Pierre and Emily had never met.
They were like two hummingbirds that had never met".

Here is a collection from my own personal garden!:

"My father is like an excellent torniquet, keeping me alive but bloody wound up all over me."

"He settled into his office space like a snake slithering into a rat hole."

"Why were her ears so exquisite, like the question mark at the end of this line?"

"My boss is like a penny - round, small and practically worthless."

"I am like a game of cricket, always mistaken for an insect, but still boring."

"He was attracted to her resplendent beauty like a fly to fresh droppings."

(notice my using "like" like a thousand times in this post? )