Writing this late, but it's for Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem using the style of similes often seen in hard-boiled detective novels, and the many spoofs thereafter.
_________________________________________________I was shocked to find him in such a state,
composed as he had once been,
like a Black Eyed Peas cover
of a Beethoven classic.
He ate without remorse,
bits of old food enduring in his beard
like lemmings
that suddenly had a change of heart.
I sat and begged him,
would he pause to reconsider?
He stared back in barren fashion,
eyes like dry, deserted sand.
Finally I relented - no sense
in wasted time - and quietly left,
my hopes retreating like cowboy
who missed his sunset.
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