Coo-Coo-Clock Within My Chest: A Poem
Coo-coo-clock within my chest
chiming after every single minute
and with all that sheer joy and jest
I really have no need to ever clean it.
Yes, that's my silly, happy ticker
with every chick passing by
going just slightly quicker
following romantic sigh.
No sin done by window shopping
keeping my ticker in good shape
if it had legs it would be hopping
staying clear of forbidden grape.
And if it happened to be a living tree
tiny birds would use it for their nest
feeling safe and warm as can be
this ticker welcomes any guest.
My coo-coo-clock just going for another chime
honored by new reader having read this far
and not really displaying the proper time
young in an older casing, well, bizarre.