This piece was another writing homework I was asked to do involving as many cliches as possible. I had to look up what cliches there are. See how many cliches there are in this piece. I hope that you'll enjoy this piece.
Henrietta entered the room, approached and past nearly very man she spied, but they failed to spy her in return. Finally, she spied a group of three men of about mid-thirties and she approached them and burst into describing herself in a loud voice that all fell silent in the room.
"I'm as bright as a button. I'm dressed in my favourite pink dress as it matches the pink rosin my combed hair. It makes my waist as thin as a tyre. My face has the whitest makeup that matches my white teeth when I smile my red lips that match the cherries from the cherry orchard next to my rose garden, where I got the rose in my hair, which is as fair as a glowing summer sun. I'm light as a feather that makes me wish to dance with any man who falls in love with my beauty and wishes to dance with me. Would any of you three wish to dance me? How would you like describe me? I'm as bright a button."
How fast she said all of it, I must confess, I don't know. But according to a grandfather clock on the far side, she said it all in twenty-five seconds. I could have barely say it all in an hour.
The first man of the three, a man that looked like he was full of beef, spoke, "I can describe your face."
"Can you?" Henrietta asked, full of excitement, "Please do."
"You have a face that would scare a dog out of a butcher shop." Came the answer before the dance hall burst into laughter.
Henrietta turned to the second man, "What about you?" She asked, hopeful for a better answer.
The second man, who had beefy arms to match the first man's beefy chest, answered simply, "You have a face like a bag of spanners." The dance hall burst into laughter again, they were enjoying this.
"And I can describe your face in a third way." Popped up the third man, "You have a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp."
The dance hall laughed again, this was too much.
"That's it!" Henrietta spoke up, "I'm telling the butcher, the car engineer and the police commissioner about this."
"That's easy for you." The third man replied.
"How?"
"I'm the butcher." Answered the first man.
"I'm the car engineer." The second man went on.
"And I'm the police commissioner." The third man finished.
"But then I'm complaining to you."
"Yes." Came the three voiced answer.
"And if I may add," the butcher went on, "The sight before me is as ugly as a hat full of holes."
"And," the car engineer jumped in, "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
"And finally," the police commissioner spoke up, "I've heard complaints that you're all fur coat and no knickers."
"I have never been so insulted in my life!" Henrietta declared before she turned heel and stormed out of the laughing dance hall, its guests happy that they will have a Henrietta-free dance night.
After all, everyone's a critic.
Here's a link to a website with a list of cliches.
I hope that you've enjoyed this piece. I hope to post again soon.
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