Monday, November 2, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 25

(A parade of words and phrases eligible for retirement.

Banking on It

My birthday gift: a fishing pole,
A plain one—nothing swank.
I got some bait, some waders; then …
I took it to the bank.

The stream, of course, yes, that’s the bank
Where I achieved my wish:
I sat and drank and dozed a bit—
And even caught a fish,

Which I put back (no killer, I),
Then went off to the store,
Where I bought chicken, veal, and pork,
Some sausage, steaks, and more.

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