It's raining pigs with wings out there:
They're flying in the face
Of the wrong tree they are barking up:
They've lost the human race.
If you stand upon your morals,
Then you take it lying down.
So take the matter quietly while
You shout it round the town.
You might save the baker's dozen,
But then, bad luck comes in threes.
So if you lie with sleeping dogs,
Your cat might get the cheese.
Remember, look before you speak,
And think before you leap:
Stay on the flat and narrow road,
Although the hill is steep.
Don't count your ugly ducklings 'til
The golden eggs are cooked.
Don't pull the giant catch in
Until the goose is hooked.
Too many chefs make light work,
But always think of home:
And though you may stray far away,
All toads lead to Rome.
UPDATE! - In previous installments, a small talk poem, a non-sequitur poem, a manners poem, a dangling modifier poem, and an understatement poem.