Bunch of Bloody Idioms

Bunch of Bloody Idioms

Got to say it’s a bit confusing. Yeah. You don’t know whether you’re coming or going. What it’s all about.

And whether to give it the thumbs up or down.

I’m talking about idioms. A bunch of ‘em. And they’re doing my head in.

I’m talking about idioms. A bunch of ‘em

They’re turning my life inside out. What with their trickle down effect on my head. Need to connect with someone (you, actually). So I know what’s going on and I don’t get caught with my pants down.

Again.

That sheds shivers down my proverbial. And no, I’m not pulling your leg. I mean, what if this stupid idiom business starts slipping through the cracks?

I don’t want to push my luck too far.

Still, I reckon there’s a grain of truth in the sense that you could have a blast painting a bigger picture view. You know.

Like a politician.

Hitting the nail on the head with lots of noise. But end up talking through your hat.

Rather be in the driver’s seat and take charge. Give these idiotic idioms a hard talking to. Show ‘em who’s boss.

And put a stop to this verbal nonsense.

I’m not going to bury my head in the sand and just ignore it. Hoping it’ll go away.

No way!

They’re like hoops you have to jump through to be in sync with the common chatter. So, I’m taking the opportunity to see if the odd idiom really is poetry in motion.

Or, just an anchor-clanker.

That would be a kick in the guts. And I’d spit the dummy and cry like a baby because I’d be shot down in flames.

If that happened to be the case.

Truth is, idioms say pretty much all you need to know and nothing worth knowing. At once.

Truth is, idioms say pretty much all you need to know and nothing worth knowing. At once

We can slag off all we want about these funny little idioms. But they pull you in if you use one or two. But, go too far and set your sights on stacking them up to the ceiling and…

Well, you’ll fall prey to being a show off. All sound and fury signifying much ado about nothing.

Which, in retrospect, if I read my fortune right, is what I’ve gone and done right here.

Sorry about that. As they say, it’s a dog’s life. Sigh!

Out of courtesy, I’m gonna hang my head in shame. So I hope that puts your mind at rest.

And, well, better late than never to know I should have bitten the bullet and kept it simple. Not thinking on my feet building castles in the air.

No props for that.

When the chips are down, too many idioms are a mixed blessing. It’s over the top, and it’s not worth it.

When the chips are down, too many idioms are a mixed blessing

But, reading between the lines, as you can see I’m stuck on idioms. Can’t turn the page and stop bingeing on them.

At the expense of plain talk, I’ll have to be the devil’s advocate and ask if we ought to call a spade a thingy.  Sorry, I mean a spade.

Then again, as they say, to err is human. But to moo is bovine.

Bloody idioms.

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