A Poem Made Up of Cliches

A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES At Poetry Soup we're admonished Never to use cliches They provide us an extensive list For the error of our ways But one thing you can rely on Is people just don't pay heed Like a dog gnawing a ham bone Poets write stuff unfitten to read Over and over again I traverse the road less traveled No one understands me I feel worn to a frazzle When all is said and done I'll just wish upon a star Or perhaps I'll follow the sun And hope I don't go too far Since fools rush in Where angels fear to trod And people get under my skin I'll go by the grace of God When life takes an unexpected twist And you're plagued by a multitude of sin Not making money hand over fist Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend You have reached the end of your rope Tired of waiting for your ship to come in Don't sit around and mope 'Cause you have fences to mend Curtis Moorman 30 November 2018