Would You Ever Believe

Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as
a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,

Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold,

Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with
diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,

Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a
switchboard of pugnacious electricity,

Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as
a broomstick with incongruous bristles,

Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated
iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,

Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a
mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,

Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the
undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider,

Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with
snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,

Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,

Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate,

Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate
matchstick coated with lead,

Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,

Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth,

Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily
colored water emanating from the street fountains,

Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian;
as a slab of tangy peanut butter,

Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,

Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,

Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as
a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,

Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously
lurking through solitary streets of the city,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird
tattoo to be adhered to the chest,

Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal
abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,

Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a
ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,

Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured
scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,

Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds;
as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,

Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice,

Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,
Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish,

Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the sea bed,

Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,

Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango
being tossed indiscriminately on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines;
as an aromatic seed of plant,

Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit
of juicy plum,

Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,

Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,

Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean,

Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,

Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven,

Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,

Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther,

Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots,
Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water,

Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins,

Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,

Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,

Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye,

Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,

Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,

Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil,

And would you ever believe if I called ‘true love’; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation.

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