Sayings It's Over Poem by Ima Ryma

You know - you're cute as a bug's ear.
But there are times you get my goat.
From the stool pigeons, I do hear
You shoot the bull with lots of gloat.
I'm no eager beaver you see,
To become your lame duck of course.
So don't you go hog wild to be
A beating up on this dead horse.
Got mad as a wet hen - but why?
Get loaded for bear - now that's me.
There's lots of other fish to fry.
Bat out of hell - you're history.

You're gonna stay in my doghouse
For playing me like cat and mouse.