Monday, November 16, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 39

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

Thief of Love

“To make out like a bandit”—makes no sense.
But maybe it’s because I’m very dense.

For would a person really love a thief?
(Someone, I guess, in need of some relief.)

“Your mask is sexy! And your bag so black!
Just put it down—and let’s go hit the sack!”

Impossible! More likely just a scream.
The bandit goes—a leaf upon a stream. 

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