Heading North - Again

You’ve been Clichéd
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Getting out of the wrong side of the bed,
To throw the baby out with the bath water
Before letting the cat out of the bag
At the drop of a hat. Pulling out all the stops
And reading the riot act, to call a spade a spade.

In a nutshell the exception proves the rule,
And the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
The writing's on the wall, the naked truth is
That the battle of the bulge is a pyrrhic victory
Flogging a dead horse through thick and thin,
And caught red-handed with fingers in the cream.

Time and tide wait for no man is a red herring
A bolt from the blue muttered with bated breath.
So bite the bullet, pour oil on troubled waters,
Tighten up the belt and keep your pecker up,
Cut to the chase, give it the full Monty, hang on
To the bitter end and cry all the way to the bank.