Prompt: List all the cliches you can think of, then choose one you're most familiar with or one that strikes your fancy. Make that the first line of your poem. You can take the cliche literally or figuratively.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But not when all you do is squander.
All I do is sit and think,
Of you and of your little kink.
I love to lay out by the ocean
And write on Newton's law of motion.
I try not to look at the wave,
But I must be getting very brave.
My shirt is getting wet and sandy,
When all you're doing is kissing Mandy.
If you think it is not through,
You must mistake me for a kangaroo.
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