Foregoe the parable

Foregoe the parable

If I were a month, I’d be October, when you pull out your cozy-but-not-wooly sweater and lace up your tennis shoes and watch the leaves change as you walk the streets with your cup of tea warm in your hand.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday, when the anticipation is building building building for Friday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be the time you lose when you're sleeping.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto - is it or isn't it?
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a parrot fish, cause who wouldn't want to be a parrot fish?
If I were a direction, I’d be Northwest.  Little bit off center. 
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a really comfy couch with ice cream stains.
If I were a liquid, I’d be the strawberry lemonade.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a pearl, just cause okay yeah.
If I were a tree, I’d be a bonsai.  No I wouldn't.  I have no idea.
If I were a tool, I’d be a a guy.
If I were a flower, I’d be a daisy.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be the calm before the storm.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a recorder; you left it behind a long time ago but it still lingers in your closet.
If I were a color, I’d be blueblueblue as the sky.
If I were an emotion, I’d be flummoxed.
If I were a fruit, I’d be an apple.
If I were a sound, I’d be the clicking of a mechanical pencil, the buzz of your computer late at night, and the silence of it all.
If I were an element, I’d be the element of your desire.  Wait, who am I kidding?  The elements of art, literary elements. 
If I were a car, I’d be a much-loved but broken down something-some-number.
If I were a food, I’d be a Popsicle.
If I were a place, I’d be the inside of your mind.  My mind. 
If I were a material, I’d be fake.
If I were a taste, I’d be the flavor of koogle, the unspellable food.
If I were a scent, I’d be cucumber mellon.
If I were an object, I’d be a movement-sensing light switch.
If I were a body part, I’d be a pinky finger.  Unnecessary but you keep it around anyway. 
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a mole face.  See picture. 
If I were a song, I’d be that one you love but can never remember the name of.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be your much-loved but worn-away chucks that you feel guilty for not wearing.