An overused metaphor...

Is like a starry starry night,

A flightless bird in perfect flight.

A frightful gust on a windy day,

A peaceful walk in the middle of May,

The echo of a church bell ringing,

The crickets outside my window singing, 

An immaculate white sheet of snow

The cawing of an angry crow.

O my love is a red, red rose,

And where it stops, nobody knows,

For only God can make a tree,

And the world is an oyster for fools like me.

Because when all the world's a stage,

And all words have been put to page,

As right as rain, the metaphor

Has become the poets' whore. 

Now similes, on the other hand,

Lust only for a one-night stand.