poetry

The Story of a Clock

Sally

There once was a clock FULL of faces
In a restaurant — sheesh — of all places
So loud and so rude
While folks ate their food
Non-existent was homeostasis

So the chef there (whose name was Bill)
Finally reached his fill
Of its public emotions
(louder than oceans)
That he “accidentally” dropped it on the grill

As the clock sizzled and screamed
Bill literally stood by and beamed
Ahh — peace at last
(It happened quite fast!)
Ambiance returned, redeemed

Well, look at me — whipping a limerick or three on the day the prompt was posted.

This is in response to the W3 prompt — and what a great one it is! — to write a limerick based on the photo prompt.

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17 thoughts on “The Story of a Clock”

    1. I wrote the whole thing in about 10 minutes — but when I revisited it over the week, I thought the same thing. It IS pretty dark! I should add a caveat that says something like “Don’t try this at home” or “This is not a good problem-solving strategy.”

      How about this?

      So the chef there (whose name was Bill)
      Finally reached his fill
      Of its public emotions
      (louder than oceans)
      That he finally asked it to chill

      “Your job is to simply tell time.
      What your doing is almost a crime!
      Just relax,” said chef Bill,
      “Maybe spread some goodwill!”
      Thereafter, to dine was sublime.

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