They say never to use cliché’s within poetry. In the essence of unoriginal originality, I have created a writing faux pas. We have all been stamped with a cliché’d description at one time or another. Why not embrace it.
I am a Ranga that burns and an Australian that surfs. I sing in the shower and dance in the rain. I make lemonade out of lemons and then make a tequila based cocktail. I have daemons in my back pocket, and stars in my eyes. I fall down and get back back up, then step into the ring motivated by a knock out punch. One cliché does not match the next, which makes my critique unique. In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you.”
Jane Doe is…A walking Cliché
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride
Squeaky clean in the ring, but not enjoying the ride
Born and raised, to be bored to tears
Bringing home bacon, from the churning of gears
No rags to riches, as the fat lady has sung
Not out on a limb, as your biting your tongue
As clean as a whistle, yet every bones of contention
Beating round bushes, cruel not your intention
There’s no blazing of trails, as your falling in line
On the bandwagon, yet the whole hogs not your swine
Is there a trick up your sleeve, or a spare two cents?
Are you holding your horses, just to sit on the fence?
Taking one for the team, as silence is golden
Their decks are all full, as your cards are folding
You’re a spitting image cliché, with a role true blue
Don’t abandon your ship, as there’s no one “Youer than you”