Idiom's idiosyncrasiesA Poem by Frieda PJust for shytes & giggles
A thought just occurred in reoccurring succession's space
obsessing in the recurrent currents of long detested idioms this too shall pass, not a chance in hell... a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, now that's just freaking perverse a leopard can't change his spots, it is what it is, till it ain't... they've never seen doubting Thomas fly the coop a taste of your own medicine is a piece of cake, when you spit up in the air and it hits you in the face if you slap me on the wrists, you're going to add fuel to the fire, end up against the clock all bark and no bite... & if we're all in the same boat, why are you high as a kite you just can't cut the mustard when you cry over spilt milk cut to the chase, curiosity killed the cat too bad he was a devil's advocate dark horse dead ringer of a doozy, down to the wire you could drive someone up the wall if you drink like a fish, unless they're dropping like flies then eighty-six their a*s, they say every cloud has a silver lining If this goes down like a lead balloon, get over yourself, unless you're a great Samaritan and great minds think alike then I have a gut feeling, you'll meet me in the green room for some sympathy & tea in your face, or they'll be hell to pay in a hand-basket, in the heat of the moment, it takes two to tango especially if it's a small world knock on wood, now you're talking, only if you're lucky & let the cat out of the bag, there's a method to my madness in all this mumbo jumbo, if you're the new kid on the block never bite the hand that feeds you unless you're off the hook & not playing with a full deck you can pull the plug and pass the buck, or the rule of thumb, is take a rain check when you run out of steam, unless you have a sixth sense and smell something fishy don't worry, the bigger they are, the harder they fall it's only water under the bridge when pigs fly, you can't judge a book by its cover unless x marks the spot your guess is good as mine still, you can't take it with you if you have zero tolerance consider you are what you eat, wild and woolly close but no cigar, Elvis has already left the building welease the Quackin!...... If you got this far and tossed your cookies after reading, I get why you lost the plot, enjoy the rest of your weekend anywho. ;) © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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18 Reviews Added on August 30, 2014 Last Updated on August 30, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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