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Can someone please tell me the metaphor in this poem?
Billy don't like Bob, and that black kid
runs like the devil.
Casey should be safety
and Tom should be tackle.
Maria looks good as the mascot,
and I didn't get that position he got.
Please hurry, it's due by fifth period.
12 Answers
- -Lv 71 decade agoFavorite Answer
An outsider, looking in.
Everyone else has a life, but them.
I thought you weren't allowed on the school grounds anymore?????
- ?Lv 61 decade ago
I dunno. Icons.
Stations...
Displacement and
perhaps um
disappointment in
Stereo typed expectations.
Batty bats and balls.
Taking turns at playing follow the leader...
The game of life and the strange things
that make us feel big or small.
Lost children in the bodies of the aging
and old souls perhaps still yet to come
in the flesh of the new.
Circle dances, unspoken hopes and dreams
and all that other stuff in between that somehow
just grew.
I don't know. I am not sure of anything anymore
except that I still have a lot to learn about how
to read and write poetry, and not to respond too
quickly as I often sometimes tend to do
as after thinking about it, and reading again my dear...
well, if your teacher thinks what they just gave you
to find the metaphor in is good poetry, then somebody
ought to slap them silly with their tongue till they be
red faced dancing the Holy Makarena Fumakacu
or perhaps do like I should maybe myself do
and go back to friggen skoo!
Source(s): :) Mama's home and don't you dare rush me to fifth period until we've at least had a little snack first mon ami friggen momo head you !:P ha, whateva. edit: Angus, put a shirt on dangit. You makin me sweat ova heya Sheeeeeyadda yadda yadda Oh my lord, what a boob! And if you don't stop flashing while smiling at me like that I swear I gonna slap you silly with my breast pump! :] - chesickLv 45 years ago
If I have been Tickled by potential of the Rub of love by potential of Dylan Thomas If I have been tickled by potential of the rub of love, A rooking lady who stole me for her ingredient, Broke via her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the purple tickle because of the fact the farm animals calve nonetheless set to scratch a laughter from my lung, i does no longer concern the apple nor the flood Nor the undesirable blood of spring. Shall or no longer that is male or lady? say the cells, And drop the plum like hearth from the flesh. If I have been tickled by potential of the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted interior the heels, The itch of guy upon the toddler's thigh, i does no longer concern the gallows nor the awl Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall or no longer that is male or lady? say the palms That chalk the partitions with greet females and their adult males. i does no longer concern the muscling-in of love If I have been tickled by potential of the urchin hungers Rehearsing warmth upon a uncooked-edged nerve. i does no longer concern the devil interior the loin Nor the outspoken grave. If I have been tickled by potential of the fans' rub That wipes away no longer crow's-foot nor the lock Of ill previous manhood on the fallen jaws, Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib might leave me chilly as butter for the flies the sea of scums ought to drown me because it broke lifeless on the sweethearts' feet. This worldwide is one million/2 the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a woman And curling around the bud that forks her eye. An previous guy's shank one-marrowed with my bone, And all the herrings smelling interior the sea, I take a seat and watch the computer virus below my nail wearing the quick away. and that's the rub, the only rub that tickles. The knobbly ape that swings alongside his intercourse From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist Can in no way develop the night of a snort, Nor while he famous a elegance interior the breast Of lover, mom, fans, or his six ft interior the rubbing airborne dirt and dust. and what's the rub? death's feather on the nerve? Your mouth, my love, the thistle interior the kiss? My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree? The words of death are dryer than his stiff, My wordy wounds are revealed with your hair. i could be tickled by potential of the rub this is: guy be my metaphor.
- MalarLv 61 decade ago
The relationship among four friends is referred to as the various positions in the football field.
Thus Casey has to look after the safety of all Tom should be the one to tackle challenges Maria is like the luck bringer of the gameThe position covetted by him has been taken by the pobably the black kid.
- Anonymous1 decade ago
American Football.
- Anonymous1 decade ago
I'm thinking it has something to do with Maria and that mascot costume.
- Anonymous1 decade ago
metaphor for football
- Anonymous1 decade ago
Is it talking about football?