Pits and pendulums
Sweat rivulets flowed
Droplets from nose to chin
Fifteen-minute fame increments
Expired somewhere, sometime in 1987
Nobody cared much, to remember when
Hat, raked just right, topped his balding head
Cotton twill shirts with sharp, starched creases
Five-point star, company logo, on each upper sleeve
Pointless, to pump up fading careers
John, preferred to stay in the background
Let others think he was hopelessly mired in the past
What he really wanted to convey
More had been done with less
And still could be
Old sayings, adages, there were bunches of them–and many variations. Some carried the intended meaning, some were head-scratchers. How about some new, old sayings?
Between a rock and a hard place. Misinterpreted as, between a rock and a hot plate. The alternative would be much more painful.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. What about, people in glass houses, should always be discretely and appropriately attired?
Even a blind hog finds the acorn sometimes. The blind animals varied, blind dogs, squirrels–all searched for acorns.
If you grumble, you’ll often stumble. I made that one up for constant complainers.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. As far as I know, no one ever said, “A Rolling Stone gathered no moths.” It would also be true. This was probably inspiration for the famous rock band with Mick Jagger? What about Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone?”
Empty barrels rattled the loudest. This could be modernized to, “Those with nothing to back arguments, talked the loudest.”
If it thundered in December, it would snow in May. This one from my upbringing in the upper Midwest.
He who laughed first, laughed last. On this first day of Spring, Mother Nature had the last laugh.
No need to name them all–except to say, electronic gadgets played a large part.
What happened to, take your time–don’t hurry?
Lest I stray away from the subject, back to the aforementioned toothless vacuum cleaner saga; that nobody wants to hear about–it’s the last day of July.
That means fall is approaching with cooler days and nights.
Oh, the mischief I could get into, were I more technologically adept.
It’s just as well. North ends of southbound horses? Offenders wouldn’t get the message. They’d prefer to display their ignorance on social media forums. It would be a complete waste of time.
My mouth has gotten me in plenty of trouble, without the assistance of electronics. It’s a good thing I’m older and wiser. At least, I’d like to think so.
Call of the crow