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Make Me Simile (Come Up And See Me)

Camper than an scout's jamboree

Bugger whether it's a similie or not, I made that one up and try and get it in whenever I can ;)
 
Oooo Ninjaboy just reminded me of another, not my own creation.

Like throwing a stick up a high street

describing rather ample female rudey bits.
 
Mogden said:
Oooo Ninjaboy just reminded me of another, not my own creation.

Like throwing a stick up a high street

describing rather ample female rudey bits.

on a similar vein, tom arnold came up with a killer line to deal with the taunts from his ex-wife's (roseanne barr) taunts about him having a tiny penis:

"let's be fair, even a jumbo jet looks tiny when flying through the grand canyon"

:)
 
And for balance: what would euphemestically be described as "a romantic encounter" with Nicholas Soames MP was

"like having a wardrobe fall on you with the key sticking out"

* tries to remember similies about the birds and the trees *
 
PieEye said:
Aways liked the description of Fevvers' corset in Nights at the Circus which "poked out of the empty coalscuttle like the pink husk of a giant prawn emerging from its den"


ah fevvers. :) i haven't any Angela Carter for ages, but Night at the Circus was one of my favourites.

edit: oops sorry Dubster, no similie from me this morning...
 
John Gay's 'A New Song of New Similes' is interesting, especially as some entered the language and are still in use today.


My passion is as mustard strong;
I sit all sober sad;
Drunk as a piper all day long,
Or like a March-hare mad.

Round as a hoop the bumpers flow;
I drink, yet can't forget her;
For though as drunk as David's sow
I love her still the better.

Pert as a pear-monger I'd be,
If Molly were but kind;
Cool as a cucumber could see
The rest of womankind.

Like a stuck pig I gaping stare,
And eye her o'er and o'er;
Lean as a rake, with sighs and care,
Sleek as a mouse before.

Plump as a partridge was I known,
And soft as silk my skin;
My cheeks as fat as butter grown,
But as a goat now thin!

I melancholy as a cat,
Am kept awake to weep;
But she, insensible of that,
Sound as a top can sleep.

Hard is her heart as flint or stone,
She laughs to see me pale;
And merry as a grig is grown,
And brisk as bottled ale.

The god of Love at her approach
Is busy as a bee;
Hearts sound as any bell or roach,
Are smit and sigh like me.

Ah me! as thick as hops or hail
The fine men crowd about her;
But soon as dead as a door-nail
Shall I be, if without her.

Straight as my leg her shape appears,
O were we join'd together!
My heart would be scot-free from cares
And lighter than a feather.

As fine as five-pence is her mien,
No drum was ever tighter;
Her glance is as the razor keen,
And not the sun is brighter

As soft as pap her kisses are,
Methinks I taste them yet;
Brown as a berry is her hair,
Her eyes as black as jet.

As smooth as glass, as white as curds
Her pretty hand invites;
Sharp as her needle are her words,
Her wit like pepper bites.

Brisk as a body-louse she trips,
Clean as a penny drest;
Sweet as a rose her breath and lips,
Round as the globe her breast.

Full as an egg was I with glee,
And happy as a king:
Good Lord! how all men envied me!
She loved like any thing.

But false as hell, she, like the wind,
Chang'd, as her sex must do;
Though seeming as the turtle kind,
And like the gospel true.

If I and Molly could agree,
Let who would take Peru!
Great as an Emperor should I be,
And richer than a Jew.

Till you grow tender as a chick,
I'm dull as any post;
Let us like burs together stick,
And warm as any toast.

You'll know me truer than a die,
And wish me better sped;
Flat as a flounder when I lie,
And as a herring dead.

Sure as a gun she'll drop a tear
And sigh, perhaps, and wish,
When I am rotten as a pear,
And mute as any fish.
 
Don't, don't ask another question, said a part of Polly's mind, but she ignored it out of sheer horrible curiosity, Wazzer was nice, well, sort of nice, in a slightly scary way - but talking to her was like picking at a scab; you knew what was likely to be under the crust, but you picked anyway.
 
the parental (or police) threat in African American:

"If you do {undesired action}, I will be all over you like white on rice."
 
Surprisngly a 50 Cent lyric tickled me.. "I love you like a fat kid loves cake'

I realise that's very pauce in a literary sense, but still..
 
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