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Beggars can't choose whom loves them

Speaking the truth puts my foot in my mouth

The silver lining of my passing clouds may glitter but is not gold

Seldom am I fearful of the darkness before the dawn

It bites of more than it can ever chew

I'll be not the guide of babes in the woods

As no soft spot exists between a rock and a hard place

I weep not for the bridges you burn behind your wake

You can't bite the hand that doesn't feed you.

A bleeding heart is a blessing in disguise

As the eleventh hour reveals fair-weather friends

Keep your stiff upper lip over my axe to grind

Killing two birds with one stone is better than being all ears

Your can of worms can't teach and old dog new tricks

Beauty does as beauty does when you eat humble pie

Me giving you the shirt off my back is my Achille's heel

Now I draw a line in the sand while you move from the frying pan to the fire

I was caught asleep at the switch while you gilded the lily

But getting away with murder not in the cards for you

Mum may be the word for the monkey business you partake in

It was never skin off my nose if it shows you cloud nine

You move back to square one as a bull in a china shop

Putting me firmly behind the eight-ball while your blind lead the blind

Buttered me up without batting an eyelash

Your wolf in sheep's clothing won't let the cat out of the bag

Skeletons in your closet take a back seat now

I laugh as your shot off the hip tickles my funny-bone

Striking a happy medium with you now up a creek without a paddle

As I take this all with a grain of salt

Waiting for the other shoe to drop left me blue in the face

As when you are called to the carpet you chicken out

Adding fuel to the fire your golden rule

Going along for the ride left me the fifth wheel

Looking a gift horse in the mouth is for the birds

Your rat race tickled pink to upset the apple cart

Tongue-tied little birdie told me

Your ace up you slave dues by the seat of your pants

So fly off the handle to go fly a kite

Grasping at straws of someone wet behind the ears

Once I would have water till the cows come home for you

Till you turned your nose at me

So bark up the wrong tree about me casting my pearls before swine

So cut off your nose to spite your face while going for broke

If the shoe fits wear it while jumping to conclusions

So pass the buck on a penny for your thoughts

Playing cat and mouse with me will find you wanting a raincheck that bit the dust

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

"Beggars can't be choose whom loves them." This as well as "Once o would have water till the cows come home for you" leave me wondering: Is this a typo? Other than those, I really like this poem. Your reaction to being slighted reminds me of myself- I do not forgive easily.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Looking into it - errors happen and thanks for noticing.