Pat Adams Poet Rhyme

Cliches Away

Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day

Let your hair down 
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah

With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team

Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 16, 2017 at 6:38 AM Lol awesome :) xomo! Pat Adams October 16, 2017 at 4:11 PM Glad you liked it Mo and xo as well!! May you be fit as a fiddle and happy as a clam!!!..................I think I might have it down...Pat...80).....

Jan Allison October 15, 2017 at 6:44 PM you had an ace up your sleeve when you thought of this but I guess its all just in a day's work lol:-) great fun poem Pat:-) hugs Jan xx Pat Adams October 16, 2017 at 4:08 PM Ha Ha!! Good ones! As always your smart as a whip and the salt of the earth........xx..........Pat

Cheryl Hoffman October 15, 2017 at 6:35 PM Clever cliches away poem Pat!~Che :) Pat Adams October 16, 2017 at 4:07 PM Thank you Cheryl. Personally I thought it was kind of run of mill!.....;0)..........Patrick