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It’s been a while since I’ve blogged any of my own work from my English class so here’s another one.

This one is a cliché poem and the cliché I chose to write about was “it’s not over until the fat lady sings.”

Until the fat lady sings

it’s not over.

There’s still time.

Time to think, write, dance, talk

and dream.

But when this full-figured

soprano belts out a piercing cry,

it’s over, it’s done.



The one note that signals everyone

to go home.

Hope you had a nice time.

Come back soon!

The chubby songstress has spoken.