Due to personal reasons, I’ll be turning you into a poem.

My secret talent is turning any situation into a considerably more awkward one.

I’m pretty sure my husband’s favorite sound is the oven range fan turning on when I start making dinner.

Turning regret into ulcers since the day I was born.

Wait. We’re now turning plants into burgers? Haven’t cows been doing that like, forever.

Turning to the person next to me and saying “thanks for nothing” as I get off the train.

The invention of locks was a key turning point in history.

Don’t check on your introverted friends this time of year. They’re probably turning their lights off and pretending they’re not home.

Women in movies look so beautiful when they sleep. Meanwhile, I’m tossing and turning all night like a forgotten 7-Eleven hot dog.

Some people you look at or hear talking and think to yourself, the wheel may be turning, but the hamster is dead.

Tonight I will make history, by turning off incognito mode.

‘Blinded by the Light’ is really just a song about turning the bathroom light on in the middle of the night.

When you turn 50, they change the lightbulb in your fridge to that memory eraser from Men in Black.

When I was a kid I would say I’m whatever age and a half because I wanted to be older. Now I say I turned 40 a few years ago.