Alfred’s cliches

	You were my hearts big fright.
	Sail between his legs,please.
	Fake a cracked sheet
	Imitate his wrath by blunders
	Make a breather stop
	Irritate me with a cough
	Forsake a leek.Try red onions
	Take a long stalk off a short plant
	Fake a stricture, it will crash longer
	Take a step back into the quarry
	Take hair off your knitting,
	Make hens writhe
	Drake was breeezy
	Partake with brio
	Take it to the sin wit
	Take it with a grain of fault
	Take one aspirin for that scream
	Make mock of a pen
	Take the bell from the French horns
	Take the crowd out of the games
	Make the easy pay out
	Take the love off the men,you.
	Make the lunge and grab it
	Take the sins out of the mail
	Make this world the norm
	Take your wife in your own hands
	Taken out with a springy tide
	The government fakes its polls on you
	Taking the strategic route the police won me over
	Talk to the land,sing to the sea.Whatever else you do never tell me
	Walk hop,run,hip
	Talk until you are glued in the disgrace
	Walking behind his knick-knack and his six pack