If I Were...

Borrowed from fellow blogger F B:

If I Were:

If I were a month I would be August.

If I were a day I would be Friday.

If I were a time of day I would be 5 PM.

If I were a font I would be Playbill.

If I were a sea animal I would be a dolphin.

If I were a direction I would be Southwest.

If I were a piece of furniture I would be a leopard chaise lounge.

If I were a liquid I would be a glass of Riesling or a Pomegranate Martini.

If I were a gemstone I would be Aquamarine.

If I were a tree I would be a Mighty Oak.

If I were a writing tool I would be a gel pen.

If I were a flower I would be a bright Gerber daisy.

If I were an element of weather I would be a cooling rain on a hot summer day.

If I were a musical instrument I would be a trombone.

If I were a color I would be burnt orange.

If I were an emotion I would be contentment.

If I were a fruit I would be a pomegranate.

If I were a sound I would be merriment.

If I were an element I would be Lithium.

If I were a car I would be classic.

If I were a food I would be a dark chocolate cupcake.

If I were a place I would be Disney World.

If I were a material I would be wool.

If I were a taste I would be zesty.

If I were a scent I would be cotton candy.

If I were a body part I would be your voice.

If I were a song I would be sung by Ani DiFranco

If I were a bird I would be a sparrow.

If I were a gift I would be personalized.

If I were a city I would be Pittsburgh.

If I were a door I would be open.

If I were a pair of shoes I would be comfortable, flat and funky.

If I were a poem I would be Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. What would you be?