by Kate MacDonald
It seems I’m called the cliché queen, which I see as being a plus.
What do people have against a cliché, why make such a fuss?
Someone is playing the blame game, trying to pass the buck,
I am nobody’s scapegoat, so that person’s run out of luck.
If I have exceeded my cliché quota, I truly am contrite,
but the rules don’t state how many I can use each time I write.
A cliché comes into existence as a verbal knee-jerk reaction
let’s call a spade a spade, stop being all talk and no action.
I expect to see them eat their words because, truth be told
the pen is mightier than the sword, if I might make so bold.