(obsession
doggerel)
Clocked:
chronomentromania
His house
secured with countless locks,
He never
felt his precious things—
Especially
his pricey clocks—
Were safe
enough. He loved the springs,
The hands,
the sounds, and all the chimes
Associated
with his clocks.
He really
loved those special times
When
cuckoos, chimes—a music box
Of
sorts—would join together in
His house.
All sounds in unison
Announcing
time. This wondrous din
Delighted
him—no better fun.
But one
day while his clocks were loud
(And no
one’s seen him living since),
A man with
scythe and sable shroud—
Some cuckoo guy—dispatched him hence.
Some cuckoo guy—dispatched him hence.
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