Fun with Clichés
by Betty Pompy
April 4, 2004
Count your blessings
You only have one life
No second chances
Make the best of it
Fools rushed in
Few and far between
Getting nowhere fast
Just in the nick of time
It goes without saying
In a moment of truth
He was his own worst enemy
'Cause it was more than meets the eyes
Couldn't see the forest for the trees
While riding a roller coaster
Up in the air
Hanging by the seat of his pants
Let the truth be told
Beating a dead horse
With brute force
Was over kill
It is darkness before the dawn
Every cloud had a silver lining
Savor the moment
Before all hell breaks loose
Don't sweat the small stuff
'Cause the big shit will kill you |