Poems

Time

You can hear the chime,
Unlike a mime.
It's almost worth a shiny dime.
This thing is called time.

After all, time is what keeps you up,
In a breakup, a tough nut, blow up, hook up, make up, set up, wind up, and a startup, dear buttercup.

But, with time comes age,
And rage, another page, a wage, the stage, some rain, a ribcage, teenage, rampage, engage and my title page.

Time is a beautiful thing.
You may cking, or buy a ring, use a sling, get z vee sting, and discover a box spring.
Time is a beautiful thing.