I used to be a brick wall
I used to be a tattered newspaper dated October 4, 1989, but now I am a red diary full of secrets.
I used to be a Virginia soda, but now I am a Michigan pop.
I used to be a brand new roll of toilet paper, but now I am an orange traffic cone—danger!
Pensaba in Español, Aber jetzt habe ich sprechen Deutsch.
I used to build castles out of post-it notes, but now I am an ice cream tree.
I used to be a penny, heads up, in the middle of the street, but now I am a hot dog topped with mustard and ketchup.
I used to be a hot-pink polyester jacket, but now I am a black and white tweed pea coat.
I used to be a garbage truck stuffed with trash, but now I am painted with chemical-free, waterproof, GREEN paint.
I used to be cigarette ashes sprinkled on moldy bread, but now I am hors d’oeuvres served by men in tuxedoes.
I used to be an Italian art song, but now I am a German-dramatic aria. (The fat lady who sings.)
I used to be a garden gnome stuck between a dead robin and crab grass, but now I am a fuzzy lint roller—here to catch fallen morphemes from a vocal war.
I used to be a Magic 8 ball: try again later, but now I am a deck of cards: hearts is trump.
I used to be a little white dove posed on a wedding cake, but now I am a vibrant peacock.
I used to be a dismantled stove, but now I am a willow plate.
I used to be a purple helium balloon lost in space, but now I am a couple of cheetah-print heels struttin’ down the streets of New York City.
I used to be a pair of left-handed scissors, but now I have a pencil stashed behind my ear.
I used to be a crystal chandelier, but now I am a spotlight.
I used to be the wind winding between metallic house chimes, but now I am a canon used to blast through blueberry fields. I scare away the birds.
I used to be a three-pronged fork underneath a pillow, but now I am three hairs—flushed down the toilet.
I used to be the mother of a boy, but now I am a sister to a man.
