It is with bated breath that …….I’m coming out of the closet or letting the cat out of the bag…..I love Clichés ….I know, I know, it’s against the rules. Redundant and all the crap….but I can not tell a lie. I speak in Clichés and metaphors constantly. Plus, I like to break the rules; mainstream is just not my middle name. Is that an oxymoron or what? I 'd like to keep this aspect of myself, under the table. But once in a while I just have to buck the system, or I am not a happy camper!!!
For Poetry Thursday we were to explore Clichés, not put them in a poem. Well guess what? I was down to the wire, I decided to take the low road, do my own thing! My name may be mud, but I’m a smart Alec and it makes me happy as a clam to go against the grain! In the end I’m sure it will all be hunky dory! If you want to explore the links to these clichés, suit yourself, because I’m at the end of my rope on this one!
Tie one on
Sometimes I feel the weight of the world
I've heard a change is as good as a rest
So, once in a blue moon, I show my true colors
Let loose, tie one on; paint the town red
Bite the bullet and fly by the seat of my pants
Hanging on a wing and a prayer
Eventually I become three sheets to the wind
Hit the sack
The next day, the fog has lifted
And I can see as clear as a bell