Our Time
Old father time is ticking
The sun is sticking
The moon is sickening
The sky is thickening
The beef is dripping
The wolf is sipping
We are short of trucking
The wildfowl need plucking
From the crease, they are chucking
The clowns are ducking
My mouth is frothing
No doubt it needs washing
Footnote:
It didn't take long to write this nonsense rhyming poem, but it was odd, that each time I wrote something, my mind automatically changed focus to something of relevance. For example, following Brexit, the UK now has a shortage of truckers to transport food and stuff from Europe now isn't that ironic.
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Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge
PoetryCompilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.
