It's All Cliché Anyway

I crossed that bridge

when I came to it.

Thanks to

Yogi Berra,

I even took the fork

in the road.

Eventually,

I came to be

where I was

supposed to be.

Nothing ventured,

nothing gained,

I suppose.

Forget the bush,

a bird in the hand

made nothing but

a sloppy mess.

And a penny saved

will never be worth

a plug nickle.

I have taken

a lot of supposed

sage advice

in my life.

Before cutting,

I measured twice

and still

came up short.

A word to the wise,

on a dark and

stormy night

being a chip off

the old block

is a tough row

to hoe.

Who pays attention

to cliché anyway?

At times it

just adds insult

to injury.

And beggars

can't be choosers,

that’s what I say.

Rhyme to reason?

Go figure.

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Chris Hanch 10-14-2030