Scott County Historical
Scott County, Virginia
Mildred McConnell's Scrapbook Articles
Similes And Other Colloquial Figures Of Speech
As flat as a flounder. As flat as a fritter. As broke as a convict.
As fast as greased lightning. As quick as a cat.
As faithful as a dog.
As slow as molasses in January. As slow as a yoke of oxen.
Too slow to stop fast.
As rough as a cob.
As slick as a button.
As hot as fire--as cold as ice. As cold as a creditor's hello. As hot as a ginger cake.
As cool as a cucumber.
As stubborn as a mule.
So contrary if his head itches he will scratch his knee cap.
As happy as a coon in a hollow log.
As proud as a young rooster with his first spurs.
As black as midnight.
As much chance as a snowball in hell. As short as pie crust.
No longer than Pat stayed in the Army. Off like a jug handle.
He was a regular bull of a man in strength, actions and appearance.
He looked as sad as an empty sack.
That butter is as white as raven brains. As busy as a one-armed paper hanger.
As handicapped as a one legged man in a kicking match.
As thin as a shadow. As tall as a tree.
As pretty as a peach.
She was the apple of his eye.
He was the cream in her coffee.
As heavy as lead -- as light as a feather. As crooked as a corkscrew.
As honest as the day is long.
As mad as a wet hen.
As dead as a doornail. As bald as a door knob. As rich as Midas
As poor as a church mouse.
As fat as mud. As fat as a butter ball. As right as rain.
As crooked as a barrel of fish hooks. As funny as a crutch.
More fun than a barrel of monkeys. As crazy as a loon.
As nutty as a fruit cake. As green as a gourd.
As tight as the bark on a tree. As silent as the tomb.
As noisy as a shivaree.
From a to izzard.
As green as poison.
He's tied to his mother's apron strings. He's henpecked by his dough beater.
As old as yesterday's news.
As empty as a last year's bird nest.
He was put aside same as a dirty shirt. That steak is as tender as the dawn.
A wolf in sheep's clothing
As blind as a bat.
As low as a snake's belly. Haven't seen you in a blue moon.
Haven't seen you in a month of Sundays. You can't pull the wool over my eyes.
You are trying to pull my leg.
Don't give me the horse laugh.
Quit stalling, will you?
The luck of a lousy calf, Live all winter, die in the spring.
Lay your cards on the table. Back a letter for me, please.
I'll take the rest in brown sugar.
Just give me a due bill for the balance. Nothin' doin'. There ain't no taters.
He flipped his lid; blew his top; blew a gasket.