Where to start?
Everything cracks and shakes,
The air trembles with similes,
No one world's better than another;
the earth moans with metaphors.

My turn shall also come:
I sense the spreading of a wing.

For us, all that's left is kisses
tattered as the little bees
that die when they leave the hive.

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

...as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn...

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a
red flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front of
someone who was annoyed by it.