Poets And Alarm Clocks

When it failed to ring I wondered why it didn't— This alarm sweet that must sing, But nowhere was there a hint. Sooner still the clock volunteered: You wound me too tight last night. You see, we clocks too are weird Like you, react if wound loose or tight. Wait, what, you mean: ‘like you'? You poets have no clue, But if your readers wind you loose You soar free like a loose kite Till over-cooked gets your goose That feels far too erudite. ___________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek |16.08.2019| Topic: poets, alarm clocks