Writing with Skill Week 5 Day 4

Copia: Similes

Originals

Oh, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

The door was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog

Meg tried to get rid of the kitten, which had scrambled up her back and stuck like a burr just out of reach

As Anne sits at the window, she can look down on the sea, which this morning is as calm as glass

The wrath of the monarch’s eye dazzled like lightning in the sky

The sun to me is dark, and silent as the moon

He squeaks like a hurt chicken

The vast clouds fled, countless and swift as leaves on autumn’s tempest

Yellow butterflies flickered along the shade like flecks of sun

Changed

Oh, my Luve’s like the first grass of spring

The door was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like  Goofy

Meg tried to get rid of the kitten, which had scrambled up her back and stuck like a little bug under your shirt

As Anne sits at the window, she can look down on the sea, which this morning is as calm as polished stone

The wrath of the monarch’s eye dazzled like a blazing meteor

The sun to me is dark, and silent as the bottom of a pit

He squeaks like a dog toy

The vast clouds fled, countless and swift as the life of an insect

Yellow butterflies flickered along the shade like glimpses of heaven

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