a penny saved is a penny earned
so put your money where your
mouth is unless
the cat’s got your tongue,
and he does, until he cries over spilled milk—
you run for the hills.

time heals all wounds
except yours
because all is fair
in love and war
so you’re back to the drawing board
and all bent out of shape
but at least—
curiosity killed the cat.

good things come to those who wait
so you better hold your horses,
and you do, until they take off
at the speed of light. it’s the same old story—
let the sleeping dogs lie.

you only live once,
that’s the silver lining. soon, you’ll be
dead as doornail and
opportunity doesn’t knock twice.
knock knock! who’s there?

look what the cat dragged in!
that cat looks like death warmed over!
and he’s got your tongue again!