Just Another Cliche

Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme, Whether it will succeed in the nick of time. So better safe than sorry, as they say, A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray. I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that, All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat, Better safe than sorry - the acid test, I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best. If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch, Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch. Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best, That it proves head and shoulders above the rest. With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth, For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth. I dream that the votes might go through the roof, That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof. I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck, Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck. Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams! This could be the end of the line, it seems. Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light! It’s a long shot trying to get this right. Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all, That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall. I can only hope I knock it out of the park, That it’s not just a stab in the dark. Last be not least let me bend your ear, For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear. I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend, It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end. It might be a white knuckle ride at times, But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.