Atmos the Ferric
Tick Tock...Boing!
So goes the cosmic clock
It's really quite annoing
That it will not fry my wok
Tick Tock...fry a wok?
There goes the universal frying pan
I awoke with such a shock
That I became another man
on planet becca where I now live
Time flies like a leaden brick
A leaden brick of rap and jive
That does my back untimely crick
Snippity goes the cutting knife
I feel sick
The blade was slicing deeper than it ever cut before
I leapt up of the couch and made a beeline for the door
The door was locked, I had no key,
The empty darkness frightened me:
My socks slipped on the floor
Covering the awful sore
Tock Tick ..... !gnioB
I see someone is back to front
It's vastly inconvenient
To force the muse to bear the brunt
Or being called as a co-respondient,
Save athwary the Niob'.
Tic Tock,Coo Coo!
In the land of cocoa
Honey, chees and jam,
Which will not rhyme with spam,
When the Coo Coo says it's time.
I guess we start another rhyme.
But, wait! The clock has just struck three!
There's apple-tart and jam for tea,
But alas! If you desire muffin
I'm afraid there's really nuffin'
'Cept of course the Turkey stuffin',
Which one's brains will shortly toughen
"Time for bed!" said Zebedee
Contributors: | nomi, The Agent Apsley, TG, Becca, Grayman, R. Gilknip, R.Gilknip, kayell, Kayell, R.gilknip. |
Poem finished: | 29th June 1999. |