‘Metaphor Man’ ( a poem)

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His dreams are the faked moon landing.
His eyebrows are smugglers’ worry.
His eyes are weary travellers.
His nostrils are half-boiled kettles.
His cheeks are uneaten sandwiches at a picnic.
His sneer is milk as it curdles.
His humour is Christmas cards in June.
His walk is a seven-legged spider.
His patience is a Roman army.
His sorrow is fool’s gold
His departure is an interrupted dentist.

Beware, beware: the metaphor man!

 

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