Do Birds of the Feather, Stick Together?
Is a "Bird in hand, better than two in the bush",
and what other quips, must we all try to push,
Why do "Birds of the feather, Stick together" ,
or "The early bird, gets the worm", so clever?
What is truly an alligator grin, or a loan shark's word,
and "fat as a pig", not so thin, all heard,
As,"crooked as a snake", or "run about like a chicken,
with no head", for goodness sake, poor bird.
What is a "big fish, in a small pond", why pick on critters,
All innocent, and of which we are all so fond,
What is being big, got to do with an elephant's snout,
just what is this lambasting, all about?
When is it alright to malign a gnat, in being so small,
and where to be the intellect in all that, to call?
Why must the "voice of a frog", and to "not make a peep",
seem to make us, as likened, to grazing "sheep?"
As "happy as bed bugs" and "in our rugs, all so snug",
Why point a finger toward the likes of any bug,
With "the eyes of an eagle", and the "grace of a swan",
our list of accusations, go on, "with this con.".
When outside, "it's raining cats and dogs",
Then I'll let the proverbial "cat out of the bag",
The old stork didn't bring this baby home,
and that "slow turtle" in every race, don't always lag.
When "voices roar, like a lion" in the wild zoo,
In these retributions, what a vengeance, as they grew,
The creeping, the crawly, the big and the smalley,
all will descend, as the "bats in the belfry", so do.
In fear of the "monsters of the deep" and in the air,
us humans changed names, in the deepest of despair.
The labels and "cat calls" of such a wrongful nature,
It was well past the time that's more fitting, its caricature.
As "skinny as a rail", and "big as a house",now "fits the bill",
and in not being as "despicable as the proverbial louse."
"The tables have turned", the "Weather changed for the better",
the new wording now. has been all "re-arranged, to the letter."
With "a voice ringing like a bell", "a trumpeting of the truth",
"as pure as the lily", and is not quite so uncouth,
A "sunrise, like sweet petals", and as "red as the rose",
from the "tops of heads, changed, to the bottoms of our toes."
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