Short Poems; Idioms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
I enjoy contradicting things that most find to be true, this was just for fun.

Submitted: November 25, 2011

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Submitted: November 25, 2011



Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining:
I've looked up to the sky,
Counted all the clouds with a silver lining,
There are none.
Not one single trace of silver in the grey.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder:
I left my heart alone,
My absence was present,
Fonder, it did not grow.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words:
I asked my actions,
In hushed tones,
How loudly they could speak.
I recieved no reply.

All's Well, That Ends Well:
When my day ended well,
Nothing else seemed to be...
I had regrets from earlier on,
All was not at ease.

All Roads Lead To Rome:
Jumping into a taxi,
The driver asked me where to go.
Roads don't carry overseas.

Bark Is Worse Than One's Bite:
I nipped my dog on the nose,
His bark was but a yip.
He jumped up and bit my own,
Which is now bleeding from it's tip.

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep:
With this, I cannot disagree...
My cat was so pretty,
But then,
I ripped off all it's skin.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers:
He begged for me to stay,
Then, chose someone else.
He was a beggar, he chose.
What's left to say?

Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea:
Under the waves in my submarine,
Below, stalks the Devil,
Above, walks the sea...
Why am I underwater?

Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush:
I found a bird, the other day. Picked him up,
In my hand he shall stay. But, oh,
I must have held too tight. In my hand, dead, he lay.
There's two in the bush, still alive.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water:
Have I blood?
You cut me deep,
And my heart shot you ice.

Boys Will Be Boys:
Does that make it okay,
To lie, cheat, and throw women away?
Why can't girls be girls,
Because some are the same way?

Children And Fools Speak The Truth:
I was with my niece,
She's only two,
I ask her about her political views...
"Poop." It must be true.

Crime Doesn't Pay:
I took my brothers change today,
Made off with 4.25,
I say that's some nice compensation
For the littlest of crimes.

The Customer Is Always Right:
At my lemonade stand,
He put one dollar in my hand.
I gave him back fifty cents,
He asked for fifty more... Idiot.

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