Friday, November 27, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 50



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

Goosed

“Oh, sir, no feathered pets allowed—
Not in the restaurant.”
“But we’re from out of town,” he said—
“A special kind of jaunt.”

“We’ll keep your pet there in the back,”
She said, “until you’re done.”
“Okay,” he said, “I’ll go with that—
Though it won’t be as fun.”

The meal was fine, the service great—
No portion overlooked.
But then he heard, “Oh, sir—too bad:
I fear your goose is cooked!”

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