Pen & Ink Sketch … WHB – May 2017
The Writing’s On The Wall
(Verses using idiomatic expressions)
It’s all over bar the shouting,
Pride goes before a fall;
Another nail in the coffin,
The writing’s on the wall.
“You’ve not a hope in hell’, they said
You’re doomed to sink like a stone.
Abandon hope who enters here.”
But the devil looks after his own.
I will not beat about the bush
Nor bark up that wrong tree.
Yes, it’s back to square one I go,
‘Twixt devil and deep blue sea.
Some time I’ll bite the bullet again,
But till the bitter end
Blood, sweat and tears it is for me
Till I am round the bend,
No, I’m not about to bite the dust,
Nor to push up the daisies,
For I am still alive and kicking,
Singing my own life’s praises.
Yes, the cleft stick that I am in
Is just a cock-and-bull story,
For I will last till the cows come home
In my Land of Hope and Glory.
And when the hue and cry are over
Then I’m off to the Land of Nod.
When those hell’s bells have sounded.
All’s still in the lap of the gods.
Yes, every dog will have its day
The writing is on the wall
Every cloud has a silver lining
I’m not heading for a fall.