Monday, October 19, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 12

(A parade of words and phrases eligible for retirement.)


When he saw that the dog was asleep on the porch,
He imagined a moment—a dog with a guy.
Oh, but petting that dog was igniting a torch—
And this was the birth of “let sleeping dogs lie.”

OR …

There’s no reason his folks named their little boy “Dog.”
But it made that poor child so unhappy he’d weep.
He could not tell the truth—and he slept like a log.
So his folks, when they could, let a lying Dog sleep. 

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