Day: March 1, 2019

It was raining cats and dogs

On the tip of the iceberg,

And I was getting cold feet

Afraid that I may have thrown

The baby out with the bathwater.

 

Being the black sheep isn’t easy,

Not like shooting fish in a barrel,

Or getting your ducks in a row.

I need to start ruling with an iron fist,

And stop listening to those

Who are nutty as a fruitcake.

 

Although you couldn’t say,

That I’m as cute as a button,

I do have a heart of gold.

And when the ball is in my court

I won’t drop it like a hot potato.

 

And if love is a battlefield,

Then I’m in for a fight,

Although I can promise

Never to throw in the towel.

© Dennis Hathaway

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