I'm game
Fresh as a summer's rain
A rolling stone gathering
no moss
A mile a minute
My frame
The lesser of two evils
Is a necessary evil
My acid test
Rotten to the core
I'm sane
Nose to the grindstone
The icing on the cake
that knocks
the cover off the ball
and Knocks that ball
Right out of the park
My blame
is love is blind
free as a bird
deeper than the deepest
ocean when
silence is golden
Like a seven year itch
scratched bloody
and silent.
My flame
is hot to trot
when too many cooks
spoil the broth
as scarce
as hen's teeth
It ain't nothing but
a chicken wing
All hands to
the pump.
My crime
is age
before beauty
my name
is keeping it on
the downlow
My claim
originality
a dime a dozen
my reality.
Comments
nicely done
great write really good flow off my tongue
Thanks Barb,
but Lord, it makes my teeth grind with embarrassment, it so bad! LOL
Thanks Ian
I THINK.
LMAO
Chrys
Don't ever
ever ever
never ever
ever
ask me to write this kind of thing AGAIN.
LMAO
Jim
Jim,
one of your best, this one makes no sense at all which is a vast improvement on your usual stuff!
Kindest regards & LOL!
HS
Jim
i like what you did with each first word in the stanzas.
Great job!
Eddie
JIM! Your best write ever!
JIM! Your best write ever!
;-)
~A
Jim
Like me you have made your poem a little list like, it's really hard not to when it's jam packed with clichés. But having said that you have managed to craft a decent poem from the myer LOL!!!
Great job
Lou
Jim
i know how difficult it is to make a piece out of those Cliches ..it truly is a hair pulling stuff to achieve some kind of stuff out of it..but having a go at it is good enough...
regards...
Dear Jim,
I had a little accident which prevented me from being here for the vote. Sprained wrist. Getting better with ice and a removable brace. I would have voted for yours. A fine string of drivel, as intended.
:)
Cat