Faced with a certainty,
Outcome assured,
I patted my back,
My future secured.
A cinch I then thought,
But then thought again.
Where’s that word from,
It is somewhat arcane?
A cinch – sounds so odd,
why not ‘Easy as Pie’,
‘As falling off a log’.
I wonder just why?
And ‘a piece of cake’
Would do just as well,
As would ‘eating duck soup’,
Or ‘as burning in Hell’.
That I could do
With one limp arm tied,
Behind my own back,
Although I’ve never tried.
Easy and facile,
It couldn’t be simpler;
Not rocket science,
Yes, that in partic’lar.
‘A complete no-brainer’,
‘A walk in the park’,
Something as trivial
As making a mark.
As easy as saying
Your A-B-&-C;
It will all be a breeze
… But no guarantee!
Roland's Ragbag 