Six of One and Half a Dozen of the Other

Boring lackluster monologue How my skin crawls When I hear platitudes And Six of one and half a dozen of the other Does take the prize For the ultimate superlative Epitome of all redundancies and platitudes Making my head silently implode Trying not to draw attention To how annoyed I become Hoping the source of my vexation Will one day fall into oblivion Really makes me laugh though Some day I could easily see myself Become teary eyed with nostalgia Thinking about my beloved late husband And how he used to love Using that most endearing phrase And how I loved him so AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on March 23, 2018 to contest LATE MAR 18 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND