I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Metaphors
Sylvia Plath
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Poem topics: green, house, money, red, fruit, stage, elephant, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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