On Sunday

On Sunday
I mowed the lawn,
trimmed the hedges,
pickled cucumbers,
baked Alaska,
ate crow,
put an albatross around my neck,
fell asleep at the switch,
did some backseat driving,
put a bet on the wrong horse,
bit the hand that fed me,
built a castle in the air,
burned candles at both ends,
opened a can of worms,
put my cart before the horse,
crossed a bridge before I got to it,
went fishing for compliments,
hid a light under a bushel,
found out which side my bread was buttered on,
locked the barn after the horse was stolen,
made my bed and laid in it, too.


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