Sunday, November 22, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 45

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

Himalayan High

He conquered mighty Everest,
But he was something of a dope.
Instead of sitting down to rest,
He eyed the mountain’s slippery slope.

He’d brought his snowboard in his pack,
He put it down, and he got on.
He didn’t really make it back—
The dude was altogether gone. 

But he’s not dead, I’m glad to say,
Though he might really feel regret,
For since that final snowboard day
He’s been a captive yeti-pet. 

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