Dont know who wrote this and may get it slighty wrong but I remember this poem from my school days and has always been my favourite for some reason...

A man of words is not of deeds
Its like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
Its like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
Its like a brick upon the wall
And when the wall begins to crack
Its like a stick upon your back
And when you back begins to smart
Its like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
Your dead and dead and dead indeed

Hey thats cheery eh !!!