Too big for your britches bend over rip the stitches.
So quiet you can hear a pin drop implode a megaphone while warping an amplifier.
Watching the clock with binoculars under a microscope.
Scratching an itch what an invisible cinch of a clinch.
Taking in a moment ponder that thought like inserting your hand in a bottomless pocket.
Blank stare beware there is not nothing nowhere.
Empty thought are your brains tied in knots?
Baited breath what a stinker, got you hook line and sinker.
Cat got your tongue? We're you licking her fur?
Wrap your mind around it, what a concept.
Got your hodgepodge in a mishmash quash the succotash.
Just shards of thoughts though twisted in a conglomerate.