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