Glam.
Is Poison the worst at analogies, or what? Defend rhyme and meter all you want, but the fact remains that every rose having a thorn is not like every night having a dawn. The two are only superficially related at best, and equating them would earn you zero points on the SAT.
Question 12
rose:thorn::night:________
a) dawn
b) white satin
c) moves
d) vicious and stealthy nocturnal predator driven by primal instincts to set upon you during your innocent moonlight stroll, eat your brains, and drag your carcass off to feed its young
Puzzling out the correct answer will be left as an exercise for the reader, who is assuredly more skilled than Bret Michaels at incorporating standardized test concepts into power ballads.
A careless blanket statement about cowboys forms the final, equally inappropriate part of the simile. Even assuming that a significant percentage of cattle herders have in fact endured various hardships and are inclined to musically express their opinions of such events, what a cowboy sings on his own time is his business, not something to be exhibited all over the Top 40 stations. Implying that those iconic manly men of the wild, wild west* are nothing but a bunch of whiny emo kids nancing about on horses is just not cool. Oh, Poison. Maybe a showdown at high noon would learn ya. Try not to let that ten-gallon hat crush your pretty hair.
* No, not the Escape Club.
Question 12
rose:thorn::night:________
a) dawn
b) white satin
c) moves
d) vicious and stealthy nocturnal predator driven by primal instincts to set upon you during your innocent moonlight stroll, eat your brains, and drag your carcass off to feed its young
Puzzling out the correct answer will be left as an exercise for the reader, who is assuredly more skilled than Bret Michaels at incorporating standardized test concepts into power ballads.
A careless blanket statement about cowboys forms the final, equally inappropriate part of the simile. Even assuming that a significant percentage of cattle herders have in fact endured various hardships and are inclined to musically express their opinions of such events, what a cowboy sings on his own time is his business, not something to be exhibited all over the Top 40 stations. Implying that those iconic manly men of the wild, wild west* are nothing but a bunch of whiny emo kids nancing about on horses is just not cool. Oh, Poison. Maybe a showdown at high noon would learn ya. Try not to let that ten-gallon hat crush your pretty hair.
* No, not the Escape Club.