by Jem Tovey
If there’s a cardinal sin in English it’s the usage of cliché,
We should think outside the box, at the end of the day.
It’s a big enough ask just to make these words rhyme,
Yet you expect originality at this moment in time?
Give me some new clichés, Sam Goldwyn once said,
So I’ll have to push the envelope before I put this one to bed.
I rose at crack of dawn and pressed my nose to the grindstone,
And now I’m at my wit’s end, just trying to strike the right tone.
I can run but I can’t hide, I’m tearing out my hair,
There’s nothing in my locker, the cupboard is bare.
I need some latitude for my platitudes, this is making me irate.
I don’t like to share my feelings, except in boiler plate.
I’ll plead the Fifth Amendment, does that exist in the UK?
If I can’t share my shibboleths, then there’s nothing more to say.
Toodle-pip and see you later, I’ve really got to fly,
See ya, don’t wanna be ya, never can say goodbye…