The Bundle of Clichés

But you are a forest of clichés,
Where can I,
Surf some,
For this small bard to participate
And
Yet be no cause for ransom,
Stay handsome
Send to me clichés some
Or else direct me to that well,
Where I can dig deep
And
Ere the cows come home,
All over here at Neopoet sweep
And ere the sunsets,
As it does,
A new bard full of clichés,
At the far horizon
Does ultimately submerge….