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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