Friday, January 8, 2016

Mainly Mania, 41

(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. 

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