A five minute poem.
It’s 12:21 and i’m having fun.
Writing this poem for you.
Though i should be in bed.
I’m scribbling instead.
(and the clock now shows 12:22!).
It’s now 12:23 and something’s happening to me.
I’m wanting to write even more.
I see the hands whizzing round and.
With a faint “clicking” sound.
The clock now shows 12:24!
I’m feeling really alive.
For it’s 12:25 and my pen is now “back to it’s tricks”.
But this poem will keep as i’m falling asleep.
CLICK (it’s now 12:26!).