He came from nowhere

And Rode Roughshod Over Everyone

A man as big as a barge

Set Off On The Wrong Foot

No one could stop him

He decided To Play Fast and Lose

His shadow teeters

Fiddling While Rome Burns

Then a moment of silence

He decided to Burn His Bridges

Followed by the violence

To Take Umbrage

Into the future days

Out Of Kilter

Nature finally defeating

Put The Cat Among The Pigeons

I threw caution to the wind

And wanted To Go With The Flow

Then the moment I feared

To Knuckle Down

I would have disappeared

At The Drop Of A Hat

And said

Eat Your Heart Out

But I

Lost My Bottle

So it ended

Kettle Calling Pot Black

And I left it

In The Lap of the Gods.

 

© Hazel

 

Every even line is an Idiom. Done for a workshop.