Idioms: an (un)original poem

In so many words,

I can’t have an original thought

to save my life.

I put all of my eggs in one basket,

and end up walking on eggshells.

I put my foot in my mouth

to hold my tongue.

And I try not to beat around bushes,

or bark up trees,

but it’s no walk in the park,

and drastic times call for drastic measures.

And I heard through the grapevine that

every cloud has a silver lining,

but I’m feeling a little under the weather,

and it’s hard to see eye-to-eye

with the wool over mine.

And it might be the best thing since sliced bread,

and a piece of cake,

but i’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

I’m trying to stay on the ball,

but it’s in your court,

and I think we can all agree,

you are out of my league.

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