Proverbials
There’s a storm in my teacup where there should be only tea.
In my works there is a spanner where a spanner shouldn’t be.
My ointment has a fly in it, determined to burst my bubble;
if I said what’s in my wood pile, it would get me into trouble
In my ear there’s a flea and in my bonnet there’s a bee;
I don’t know why this awful stuff keeps happening to me.
My horse has gone and bolted cause my stable door won’t shut.
When I wished upon a shooting star it shot me in the foot.
I have no luck with money, and even less with women
And when the tide’s against me, it’s always when I’m swimming
Whenever I get going, it’s always against the grain.
Whenever I am making hay, it’s always in the rain.
I walk along my tunnel but I see no glimpse of light.
No point in waiting on the dock, for there’s no ship in site.
I’d like, just once, to see a sight that’s fit for sore eyes,
for once, the unexpected not to be an unwelcome surprise.
I might end up barking mad, but no doubt up the wrong tree,
and as for clouds with linings, no silver do I see.
If fortune doesn’t smile on me, so what? I’ll do without it.
And it isn’t such a bad life, when I come to think about it