Chapter (14) THE CLOCK

 

A Grand Father clock

Stood tall by a wall,

and inside lived a mouse

who was really quite small.

He ate bits of cheese,

which he found on the floor,

and nibbled dog buscuits

from a bowl by the door.

He would stand on his head

for hours on end,

because, all the chiming you see

Had sent him,

right round the bend.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

That would send me that direction as well. Good work sir!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Hello my old friend. Haven't heard from you in a while. I know I've been too busy to get on here much. My first poetry book, Mad as a Bag of Spanners, is being printed as we speak. I'm working on a promo video to introduce it.

[Gee]

A wee bit of humour, nit much to be found aside of Woodys writing. Nicely done

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I try to bring a little humor into an otherwise depressing world. So pleased you liked it.