A Poem

I read this last night in my Lit book and enjoyed it, so I thought I'd post it for something a little more lighthearted than my other post for today.

Metaphors
by
Sylvia Plath

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

Do you know the answer to the riddle?