The pumpkinpatch waitedpatiently forits visitors.Pitter-patterwent the coldrain on the roof,settling us in fora cozyafternoon.The zucchinigrew to the sizeof small canoesbefore we couldpick them.The harvestseason isNature'spantry, stockedand brimming.There were abillion leaveson the lawn;I'll neverfinish raking!We picked tentons of apples,and my armsare still sorefrom carryingthe baskets.The mapletrees are sobright, they'reblinding thewholeneighborhood.The dry leavescrunchedunderfoot,sounding like athousand tinyglasses breaking.A blanket oforange andrust coversthe forestfloor.The daysgrow shortas a hastygood-bye.The trees werestreaked withcolor, like acanvas splatteredwith watercolorpaints.The press gavea loud splooshas the freshapple ciderrushed into thebucket.The air iscrisp as afreshapple.October is abox ofcrayons,spilled acrossthe hills.I must haveseen a millionpumpkins atthe patchtoday.The dry leavesmade a softwhoosh and alight patter asthey settled ontothe wet sidewalk.The crispleaveswhisperedsecrets as Iwalked throughthem.The morningair was assharp asbroken ice.The treesare torches,burning goldand crimson.The scent ofpumpkin spice isso strong thistime of year, youcan smell it froma different state.The logs in theautumn firebegan tocrackle and popas the eveninggrew cooler.The maple leaveshung from thebranches asloosely asforgotten jewelry.It has beenraining for ayear straightsince autumnstarted.My brother atea million piecesof candy cornon Halloweennight.The pumpkinpatch waitedpatiently forits visitors.Pitter-patterwent the coldrain on the roof,settling us in fora cozyafternoon.The zucchinigrew to the sizeof small canoesbefore we couldpick them.The harvestseason isNature'spantry, stockedand brimming.There were abillion leaveson the lawn;I'll neverfinish raking!We picked tentons of apples,and my armsare still sorefrom carryingthe baskets.The mapletrees are sobright, they'reblinding thewholeneighborhood.The dry leavescrunchedunderfoot,sounding like athousand tinyglasses breaking.A blanket oforange andrust coversthe forestfloor.The daysgrow shortas a hastygood-bye.The trees werestreaked withcolor, like acanvas splatteredwith watercolorpaints.The press gavea loud splooshas the freshapple ciderrushed into thebucket.The air iscrisp as afreshapple.October is abox ofcrayons,spilled acrossthe hills.I must haveseen a millionpumpkins atthe patchtoday.The dry leavesmade a softwhoosh and alight patter asthey settled ontothe wet sidewalk.The crispleaveswhisperedsecrets as Iwalked throughthem.The morningair was assharp asbroken ice.The treesare torches,burning goldand crimson.The scent ofpumpkin spice isso strong thistime of year, youcan smell it froma different state.The logs in theautumn firebegan tocrackle and popas the eveninggrew cooler.The maple leaveshung from thebranches asloosely asforgotten jewelry.It has beenraining for ayear straightsince autumnstarted.My brother atea million piecesof candy cornon Halloweennight.

Figurative Language BINGO - 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.


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  1. The pumpkin patch waited patiently for its visitors.
  2. Pitter-patter went the cold rain on the roof, settling us in for a cozy afternoon.
  3. The zucchini grew to the size of small canoes before we could pick them.
  4. The harvest season is Nature's pantry, stocked and brimming.
  5. There were a billion leaves on the lawn; I'll never finish raking!
  6. We picked ten tons of apples, and my arms are still sore from carrying the baskets.
  7. The maple trees are so bright, they're blinding the whole neighborhood.
  8. The dry leaves crunched underfoot, sounding like a thousand tiny glasses breaking.
  9. A blanket of orange and rust covers the forest floor.
  10. The days grow short as a hasty good-bye.
  11. The trees were streaked with color, like a canvas splattered with watercolor paints.
  12. The press gave a loud sploosh as the fresh apple cider rushed into the bucket.
  13. The air is crisp as a fresh apple.
  14. October is a box of crayons, spilled across the hills.
  15. I must have seen a million pumpkins at the patch today.
  16. The dry leaves made a soft whoosh and a light patter as they settled onto the wet sidewalk.
  17. The crisp leaves whispered secrets as I walked through them.
  18. The morning air was as sharp as broken ice.
  19. The trees are torches, burning gold and crimson.
  20. The scent of pumpkin spice is so strong this time of year, you can smell it from a different state.
  21. The logs in the autumn fire began to crackle and pop as the evening grew cooler.
  22. The maple leaves hung from the branches as loosely as forgotten jewelry.
  23. It has been raining for a year straight since autumn started.
  24. My brother ate a million pieces of candy corn on Halloween night.