He wassick asa dog.Her loveburnedme.The smellalonecould havekilled me.I smella ratI am sohungry Icould eata horse.Her starefroze mein myplace.The windwhistledas it blew.RepetitionQuiteas amouse He wasas sickas a dog She ranlike thewind.AlliterationTimecrawled toa standstill He wasas sickas a dogQuithorsingaroundHer voicecould calmthe wildestanimal.I am sohungry Icould eata horse FREE!Her loveburnedmeRhymeTimecrawled toa standstill.I smella rat.HyperboleShe hasa heartof gold.My carmoaned inpain fromour driving.A feathercould'veknockedme over.Quietas amouse.MetaphorShe ranlike thewindIt felt like Isleptnearly 20years.The windwhistledas it blewI am sohungry Icould eata horseShe toldme that athousandtimes.Her starefroze mein myplaceSimileHer newshit me likea ton ofbricks OnomatopoeiaHer voicewas likenails on achalkboard.SibilancePatheticfallacyTimecrawled toa standstillA feathercould’veknockedme overHer newshit me likea ton ofbricks.PersonificationQuithorsingaround.OxymoronThe signcried forourattentionHer newshit me likea ton ofbricksThe signcried forourattentionHe wassick asa dog.Her loveburnedme.The smellalonecould havekilled me.I smella ratI am sohungry Icould eata horse.Her starefroze mein myplace.The windwhistledas it blew.RepetitionQuiteas amouseHe wasas sickas a dog She ranlike thewind.AlliterationTimecrawled toa standstill He wasas sickas a dogQuithorsingaroundHer voicecould calmthe wildestanimal.I am sohungry Icould eata horse FREE!Her loveburnedmeRhymeTimecrawled toa standstill.I smella rat.HyperboleShe hasa heartof gold.My carmoaned inpain fromour driving.A feathercould'veknockedme over.Quietas amouse.MetaphorShe ranlike thewindIt felt like Isleptnearly 20years.The windwhistledas it blewI am sohungry Icould eata horseShe toldme that athousandtimes.Her starefroze mein myplaceSimileHer newshit me likea ton ofbricks OnomatopoeiaHer voicewas likenails on achalkboard.SibilancePatheticfallacyTimecrawled toa standstillA feathercould’veknockedme overHer newshit me likea ton ofbricks.PersonificationQuithorsingaround.OxymoronThe signcried forourattentionHer newshit me likea ton ofbricksThe signcried forourattention

Figurative Language Bingo 6 - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
  1. He was sick as a dog.
  2. Her love burned me.
  3. The smell alone could have killed me.
  4. I smell a rat
  5. I am so hungry I could eat a horse.
  6. Her stare froze me in my place.
  7. The wind whistled as it blew.
  8. Repetition
  9. Quite as a mouse
  10. He was as sick as a dog
  11. She ran like the wind.
  12. Alliteration
  13. Time crawled to a stand still
  14. He was as sick as a dog
  15. Quit horsing around
  16. Her voice could calm the wildest animal.
  17. I am so hungry I could eat a horse
  18. FREE!
  19. Her love burned me
  20. Rhyme
  21. Time crawled to a stand still.
  22. I smell a rat.
  23. Hyperbole
  24. She has a heart of gold.
  25. My car moaned in pain from our driving.
  26. A feather could've knocked me over.
  27. Quiet as a mouse.
  28. Metaphor
  29. She ran like the wind
  30. It felt like I slept nearly 20 years.
  31. The wind whistled as it blew
  32. I am so hungry I could eat a horse
  33. She told me that a thousand times.
  34. Her stare froze me in my place
  35. Simile
  36. Her news hit me like a ton of bricks
  37. Onomatopoeia
  38. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
  39. Sibilance
  40. Pathetic fallacy
  41. Time crawled to a stand still
  42. A feather could’ve knocked me over
  43. Her news hit me like a ton of bricks.
  44. Personification
  45. Quit horsing around.
  46. Oxymoron
  47. The sign cried for our attention
  48. Her news hit me like a ton of bricks
  49. The sign cried for our attention