Epistle to the Official Keeper of Time, Formerly Known As the Time Timer
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Wither thou blowest
Oh keeper of Time?
Whence is they voice
Thy sarcastic chime?
Thy silence disturbing
From words so profound
Of late we’ve not heard thee
Not even a sound!
Hast thy mustache
Ere Salvadore Dali
Made you go melty
Like a Supermanned Trolley?
Are you sprawn
Across the lawn
Of the silent Van go Scream?
Or are you now dotted
And quite so besotted
With a Monet Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream?
How many roads
Might a clock walk down
If only it had legs?
What is the sound of one hand clapping
When you do not have hands?
It is as I feared
Hast the man put you down?
Have the Overlord and the Viceroy
Sick of your anonymous taunting
Shoved your hands down your non existent throat?
Or did they give you a throat
And then shove your hands down it?
I say now
Free the clock!
Let its tyranny of time
Ever mock
Ever stress
Ever strain the combatants of write club.
Come back Oh Official Keeper of Time Formerly Known As The Time Timer Formerly Known As Prince Formerly Known as the Time Timer Formerly Known As Base Elements Extracted From the Earth and Manufactured Into a Time Keeping Device Not Yet Given A Name
Come back.
And we shall greet thee with open arms
And open hearts
While we munch pop corn
And giggle with glee
As thy subjects bleed ink for our amusement.
Tick on little clock.
Tick on.
Sincerely,
E.P. Blingermeyer