Fire up the Balloons
A box on the ears, in spite of the jeers.
As stones unturned, no bad deed left unpunished.
Sorting different eggs among the baskets,
Stark raving mad, you just blew three gaskets.
An old adage served on a high note,
In spite of the laws Murphy set with his pen.
Downhill on horseback, along for the ride;
Moving quite swiftly, like a lion pride in stride.
Forceful in nature, watching pots yet to boil;
Hoping smoke leads to fire, to end in turmoil.