As Poem by Rod Morris

As pure as snow before the wind,
As pure as one that has not sinned.
As hot as Hell in a cloud filled sky,
As hot as passion on one's first try.

As cold as charity incomplete,
As cold as an outhouse toilet seat.
As rough as roads we all travel,
As rowdy as a courtroom gavel.

As unfulfilling as a free lunch,
As quite as chips without a crunch.
As happy as a tail-wagging dog,
As happy as pigs stuck in a bog.

As sweet as good old apple pie,
As sour as cream that said goodbye.
As fit as someone swinging lead,
As loud as someone snoring in bed.

As raving mad as a losing punter,
As proud as a successful hunter.
As silly as this poet writes,
As silly as these wasted bytes.