Saturday, November 28, 2015

Cavalcade of Cliché, 51

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

Zipped Up

She was a gifted seamstress, and
I thought we were joined at the hip
She thought I talked too much (unplanned!),
And so one day she zipped my lip.

When I woke up, I tried to talk,
But both my lips were zippered shut.
About the case I could not squawk—
For what was next? My you-know-what?

So now when she allows me words,
She pulls the zipper on my lips,
Then zips it shut (a cage for birds!?),
And so began my talk’s eclipse. 

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