Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
The seconds click by as I type, audible even over the voices of the nightly news. Separate, they are nothing. Together, they make a mockery of me. But what do they mean?
Let me know if you find out. 😉
Oh, little clock on top of the mantle.
You give us much more than we can handle.
I hate each and every sound and click you make.
And the early hour you chime me awake.
Out of everyone I have met
I really haven’t missed you yet.
Mock me, little clock on the mantle.
Laugh, you do, with your crazy cackle.
Everyone bows to your tyranny.
And slaves we are to your infamy!