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.