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...Or Words To That Effect

Poetry By: Charlotte Jayne
Poetry



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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