A poem

My grandpa just sent me an awesome poem by Sylvia Plath. Luckily it doesn't fully apply to me YET, but I know it will soon.

Metaphors

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 a train there's no getting off.


20 weeks! Yay! We'll find out the gender on Tuesday so stay tuned!