Think
outside the box.
Avoid clichés like the plague, missy.
Don’t carry all your prose in one basket.
Because we’re bored to tears here.
Bored stiff.
Stiff as a board?
Board, like a stick,
A stick in the mud.
In still waters that run deep
Running in circles
in circles
in circlesin circles
in circlesin circles
in circlesin circles
in circles
Let’s set the record straight —
Girls like you
Are one and the same (and the same)
Skating on thin ice.
Skating out of sight,
out of mind.
Skating quick
As a lick as a wink as a bunny
Skating on the
S T R A I G H T
and
Narrow
Until you STOP!
In the name of love
And smell the roses
Which, by any other name, as a matter of fact
Would smell
just as sweet
As sweet can be.
Sweeter than a honey bee.
But we have to call a spade a spade
Sweetheart,
C\UT to the chase.
Like a cat
And mouse
Race.
Where, as luck would have it,
The fiddle and the church house
C
O
WILL NEVER
L
I
D
E
C’est la vie, I suppose.
Life is ticking by —
You’ve beaten this horse to death...
...do we part,
Waiting for the other shoe
To
D
R
O
P enny for your thoughts is more
Than enough.
Put them in a box,
Mail them a w a y
Start from square one,
And you can
m’ark my wørds on that.