A poem just for fun

Stubborn clock

Elastic gone from my petticoat of time
Sliding slowly to the ground
Exposing dimpled thighs and skin so white
Another second won’t be found

I argue, plead and try to bride
Sell my soul for wisps of time
Efficient elastic once so neat
Now falls limp around my furry feet

I hoist it up when no one’s watching
Safety pins are used for patching
But the hem is dragging, and so I find
My stubborn clock, keeps passing time

 (P.S. I apologise to all real poets out there…)


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