Fight the Defiant Epithets for Sleeping Chickens
The customer is always right!
(Until you've met the client.)
And then you have to stage a fight
And hope his will is pliant
Rolling stones gather no moss!
(Though they're looking kinda old)
And then you must absorb the loss
Of all the tunes they sold
No news is good news, so they say
(Unless you won the lotto)
And then you have to hourly pray
The gods ignore that motto
Blood is thicker than water, but
Does thicker mean more viscous?
For kinfolk are so seldom cut
When sleeping with the fishes
Don't count your chickens ere they're hatched
(There's always one bad egg)
And if your hen coop is not thatched
It's sure to break a leg
Contributors: | N, td, Francine, B. |
Poem finished: | 7th August 2003. |