Narrative

I suppose you may like to know what kind of a man my father was. He had an excellent constitution, was of middle stature, but well set and very strong. He was ingenious, could draw prettily, was skilled a little in music; his voice was sonorous and agreeable, so that when he played Psalm tunes on his violin and sung withal as he sometimes did in an evening after the business of the day was over, it was extremely agreeable to hear. He had some knowledge of mechanics, too, and on occasion was very handy with other tradesman's tools. But his great excellence was a sound understanding and solid judgment in prudential matters, both in private and public affairs. (This passage was taken from Benjamin Franklin Autobiography, page24.)

A narrative imitation of the style:
My mom asked me about the type of girl whom I had picked out. She had a beautiful body, slightly taller than myself, yet was rather athletic and well balanced. She was very intelligent, had many skills, and could play music like an angel; her voice was so captivating and powerful, that if anyone heard her make music as she did whenever she was turned on and healthy, happy, and heartening, it was extremely exhilarating and encouraging. She could run faster than an eagle could fly, and was also often making me feel like a million dollars. But the best part about her was her incredible loyalty, faithfulness, and understanding, which was much more than can usually be expected from any other car.
Note: This passage is describing a car and not an actual girl.