I had to write a poem using a metaphor and/or simile for my class.  It shouldn’t be that hard, right?  Basically every poem I’ve written is or has a metaphor.  No, it was very hard.  This is all I could come up with:

This is a Bradford pear tree. There were several at my high school, and we called them the fish trees, because in the spring, they smelled like rotting fish. You couldn’t walk anywhere near them without holding your breath.

Laziness

 

You are a Bradford pear tree in bloom,

Branches abounding in tiny white petals

Like the gauzy wings of fairies celebrating in your limbs,

Bringing peace to the eye as you dance in the wind.

But your fruit’s not fit for worms

And you smell like rotting fish.

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