Wednesday, February 04, 2009

The Ticking

Often have I seen this line
That people are a slave to time
and when hey miss their train divine
they seldom cry but often whine
But they will when they think it fine
wait outside a royal dine.

And in the morn, when they do tick
get up they will very slick
for when they hit the ticking clock
like the feathers they will flock.

If at the time their path you block
won't they spare a living stock
and ruthlessly they will knock
for they fear the dreaded dock.

Nature hath it's living foes
and friends they o become galore
When they adorn their pretty robes
That do negate it's wily woes.