"He who can not draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth"- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Saturday 29 January 2011

That Time of Light


Tick-tock went the analogue clock,
Who sat in the dark next to a light,
It was the clock (who sits like a stock)
That asked “pray, where are we in the night?

“For I have not been wound
and although I’ve been bound
it may be possible for flight,”

“Have fears none” shone the lamp,
Who resembled a tramp,
“Your chances of flying are slight

“You can’t fly without wings
And you only have springs,
Unless you are made as a kite”

Tocked the stable clock;

“The birds of the air
Who fly without care
Are rather a wonderous sight

But I shall stay fixed
Clogs & Claws can’t be mixed
And flying just gives me a fright!”

So it stayed in position,
Conceeding his condition,
But ticking maybe that lamp is too bright.

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