Here's some descriptive exercises I've done as a teenager: describe what I would rather be in comparison to something else...
I'd rather be a colorful adjective than a still noun;
I'd rather be a poet's dictionary than a fashion magazine;
I'd rather be a composition book than a single sheet of typing paper;
I'd rather be a fountain pen than an electric typewriter.
I wish I were the full moon that tries hard to filter through passing clouds,
For then I'd glow brightly and guide romantics into the night.
I wish I were the champagne glasses that guests elegantly hold in hand,
For then I'd meet their lips and pour their drinks.
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