Just a load of cliches
I once lived in a notebook but now I live in your head with your dreams.
And I scheme.
He was warmed to the truth by tea and intoxicatologigated by me
I am right round the corner from him.You might say,we are at right angled cross purposes
Is there a cross surplus?.
As all set out,storms set in,then we all fell out if you see what I dream.
I am mean
You are as truthful as as a chorus of wrongs in rites of the Church choir
Don't leave me in the lurch.I'm a liar.
He’s as tense as a mournful frog in a bog in Ireland in wintery discontentll
It's all meant
As far as the wife can throw,I flew.
I shall sue Sue.
I was flooded as a whole.My emotions welled up and ran all over me like faries’ hands..
Like elastic bands
I am honest as the day is wrong.
Give me a song
He was torn in three by tomcats with balls of steel
They will appeal
I have lost a whole stone and still no moss will grow on me.It grew on the stone!
Now I feel so alone
As Gluck would have it, music is heavenly singing by invisible choirs of cats.
He was bats
I sought him here,I sought him there.I sought him with angelic flair.
But noone catches Tony Blair.
I am as snug as a lapdog in a bog with a brick on its head
Can I sleep on your bed?
She was as tender as an apple tart is round.
and quite sound
As the crow flew,I had to fly as well to avoid it escaping me..I leave no crow alone
They usually get stoned
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2012