CLICHE' TOUCHE'

Weekly Scribblings #6, and Magaly
asks us to write cliché in poem
or prose.  What fun for my birthday
tomorrow!
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
February 12, 2020

************

hey diddle diddle, I’m fit as a fiddle
I seem to be thinking in rhyme
it must be my day to think in cliché
and just in the nick of time

when I was young, the cat got my tongue
I couldn’t rhyme to save my soul
once the dam burst and I’d written my first
sure as I stand here I’m on a roll

good things come to those who wait
fool me twice, shame on me
can’t say that I’ve been left at the gate
while on my rhyming spree

love is blind and ignorance is bliss
what doesn’t kill will make you stronger
if more clichés had come to my mind,
this poem would surely be longer.