The wolves in sheep’s clothing led everyone up the garden path
To throw the dust in their eyes and leave them there to drown
All the geese that are swans live in a fool’s paradise
So when the scales are pulled from their eyes
It will be a bolt from the blue
So
Why is the black sheep a voice in the wilderness?
Why do we still rake over the ashes?
This poem was just an experiment to see if i could create a poem entirely out of idioms, but still have the poem make sense. Hope you liked it!
