I used to teach proverbs back in the day.

Well, ‘teach’ may be overstating the case.

Anyway, it was acceptable in the eighties,

As they say.

You could teach what you wanted to,

At the time.

I would give them the first part

And they would finish the line.

 

But time waits for nobody, and time

Has healed our knowledge of proverbs.

An adage?                    Silence is golden!

An aphorism?              Who needs that?

They are out of style! Boring!  Old hat!

They mark you out as past your prime.

Nice to see you, to see you…

Well, it was nice for a while!

 

The other man’s grass has a high street value

Well worth fighting for, yet,

No one needs a proverb any more.

One person’s meat is another’s

Stitch in time.

Nobody sews anything now, you fool!

You’re so old school!

We replace worn out clothes with new

Brooms, and nobody sweeps clean any more,

That’s what the Dyson is for.

Cleanliness is next to…

Nowhere to be seen,

And not heard, like children,

And like me, when I was ‘teaching’ proverbs,

Badly so it would seem!

 

Which just goes to show.

I couldn’t teach young pups

Old tricks!