And as it is a long weekend, and we will have time to sit around and relax – and read the Champion Post – I thought it would be good to publish it for a good, leisurely read.

The students’ creative efforts provided quite a laugh – so here goes…

* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a thigh master.

* His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without 'cling free'.

* He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole it.

* She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh like that sound a dog makes just before throwing up.

* Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

* He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

* The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

* The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

* Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a snooze.

* John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

* Even in his last years, Grand-dad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

* Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.

* The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

* The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

* He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.