"Bite your tongue"...? Control that ire!
"Bite your lip"...? Halt! Hold your fire!
"Bite your thumb"...? I quote the Bard.
"Bite the bullet"...? Do what's hard.
"Dog bites man"...? That's nugatory.
"Man bites dog"...? Now, that's a story.
"Dog bites God"...? That's an'gram glory.
"God bites dust"....? That's Fred's* furore.
* Nietzsche
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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