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...Or Words To That Effect

Poetry By: Charlotte Jayne

a little play on words :)

Submitted:Jan 21, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I will stop beating about the bush

I am coming clean - calling my own bluff.

This will set thecat amongst the pigeons

And pull that wool from your eyes.

So take off your rose-tinted glasses

And see me as the cunning red-herring that I am

I'm the pot who calls the kettle black

- Whose bark is worse than their bite.

I'm the cat who got the cream

In this dog-eat-dog world.

But with a permanent chip on my shoulder

From being unable to have my cake and eat it,

My dreams are taking shape.

And I've learnt to take life on the chin.


It may come as a bitter pill to swallow,

But a little bird told me

That those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

Face up; we are all full of it.


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