Sunday, January 4, 2015

Deliverance



I bit my tongue

while you wasted your breath

on what sounded to me

like deliverance from

the bitterness

of just desserts.


Playing the devil's advocate,

you whispered in my ear

"All that glitters surely is not gold."

I heard what I wanted,

while you toyed with playing possum.


Without further adieu,

the cat was out of the bag

asking the elephant in the room

if he was ready to taste

the fruits of his labor.


"No time like the present," he said

but in no hurry to leap before looking,

reasonable thought prevailed.


Rhyme over reason was not to be

and we all lived happily ever after.

Amen

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