Monday, October 24, 2011

An Ode to the Cliché*

Once upon a time I was up the creek and it never rained but it poured. I was dressed to kill and therefore down in the mouth. Not one to cry over spilt milk, I became busy as a bee and rode out the storm. Knowing there is more than one way to skin a cat, I paddled my own canoe, minded my P’s and Q’s, and let sleeping dogs lie.

Until some wise guy said, “Here’s mud in your eye!” and suggested I take off my wet clothes. Naked as a jay bird, I got drunk as a skunk, sang my swan song, and took a powder.

On the way to my home sweet home, I told myself, “You can’t win ‘em all,” but, “The show must go on!”

Robin Hathaway

*Inspired by The Dictionary of Clichés by James Rogers


  1. What a terrific way to start off the week - with a good belly laugh!! Marvelous, Robin!! Thelma

  2. Robin, you are the cat's meow! I wouldn't have a snowman's chance in hell of ever writing such fresh as a daisy sentences for all the tea in China. Off the top of my head, I would say, quick as a wink, that you deserve a pirate's ransom for penning this post!

  3. You girls are the cat's pajamas, or is it the cat's paws? I get them words all confuted, like similitudes and metaphords and idiolects. But I was just a dumb Latin major. tjs