Try to be cruel to cliches.
Plug into yourself and write with- electro-dynamic power
You are a like a chilblain on my back; real ,hurting but impossible to reach
She faints into the audience when on stage,so her career has nose dived
She was always too kind to her others.Self obliterating to the point of non -existence.Her sister, on the other hand, needs assertiveness draining.
And these are Pandora’s socks,the professor quipped naughtily as the stunned female student dozed in the lecture hall.
Can I drape myself over you? he asked manfully waving a trilby over his head.
Don’t worry… it’s just a paper tiger for the Bull,they were told
I am bared for the golf course and hunting for your balls she said balefully
They wasted away to infinitesmals. Anorexcalculia
I’ll pass on your gnus to anyone passing
Pass on the luck to those who breed
I’ll pass the hat to Mr.Schwartz as he wears hats all ways..even on his feet now and Zen.He’s Jewish Buddhist you see.It’s all the rage in him and his pals
They chased me with flying terrors until I stared them all in their I’s.
Shall we pray as we flow ?
He pays lip service to any woman however thin her lips may have become with age,rage or natural wastage.
I prayed for the piper but where is my I-tune?
Praying through the nose is a weird idea but I’ll try anything once.Is that Zen too?
The playback was pinched by a witch’s cat.
I hurl myself on her before the wine.She likes to break things up a bit.
We are like leaves in God’s gales.It’s the Spirit moving over the face of the water that haunts her.One could almost say it taunts her.