Metaphors I'm a riddle in sizzling syllables,

An elephant, a ponderous murmur,

 A melon strolling on two howled.

 O flush fruit, ivory, fine timbers!

 This loaf's big with its croaked rising.

 Money's new-minted in this fat Cha-ching.

I'm a means, a stage, a cough in calf.

 I've eaten a bag grunted green apples,

Boarded the hiccup there's no getting off.

—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2008)