early bird, twice shy,
let’s the cat out of the bag
not bothering sleepy dogs.
(they all had their day)
half done, he’d begun.
jumped on the bandwagon
like riding a bicycle.
sipping a teacup full of storms,
head in cloud nine,
the ball was in his court.
today he’d catch
a wild goose
or a gander just as good.
cutting to the chase,
ice was broken,
took a bite he couldn’t chew.
long story shortened,
golden goose escaped
by skin of his teeth.
a few eggs broken for an omelette,
frying bigger fish
in the pan not the fire,
he sees clouds on the horizon
hears little boy’s blues
and the fat lady’s song.
Stafford challenge day three.
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