MY SIMILE IS LIKE A METAPHOR

My love is like a metaphor;
My love is like a split dutch door.
The top half allows me to see;
The bottom half’s under lock and key.

My sweet love is a simile,
But it once was a busy bumble bee,
Flitting from pansy to marigold,
Can’t keep that up since I’ve grown old.

Is it a simile or like a metaphor?
Literary questions can be such a bore.
One or the other?  I can’t tell.
Bet I’m going straight to English Hell.


Patty Prewitt
November 17, 2005