The Run on Cliché

Blonde as Barbie. Eyes
As curious as a dead cat.

Like a beehive
Give It an arm
and a leg.

She’s few
And far between in
Blood, Sweat and tears.

If you can’t do the time
Get two to Tango

Hold your spitting image
With your tongue.


Tomorrow is another
Greener side,
someday

Party in the mud
With a stick

I’m giving it all
She’s got, captain.