What a Day For a Cliché

 

 

Time to write a Cliché Rhyme

I’ll knuckle down to fit the bill

To romp along in leaps and bounds

On the far side of the hill

 

With every fibre of my being

It’s only a matter of time

So, I’ll jump in with both feet

A Stick in the mud will draw the line

 

I won’t beat around the bush

With devils in the details

By banging heads against the walls

As grist to the mill entails

 

A Cliché may be tried and true

Depicting trials and tribulations

No wild goose chase to weed them out

Or broken record compilations