Minute Hours

The clock strikes twelve:

The minute hand goes back and forth
Undecided on the twelfth hour
Whether to be five minutes early
Or five minutes late;

The hour hand looks on
Almost in disgust at how
The minute hand oscilates
As though in two minds;

Between the hour and minute hands
They can’t decide who moves on
Or who calls the shots
In affairs of moment and time;

Little wonder when it comes
To the brain and the heart!

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What?

Get your long boat at bay
Let it gently float away
You may find it another day
Perhaps just not today;

Give it a slight tuck
That’ll give it some luck
If it makes it out good
Maybe it’ll fix your mood;

If you know not where it goes
Neither will I come close
Maybe if you look hard and far
It may appear just under the bar;

So there is a rhyme to this
Yet the content is no jizz
Even if it works a meter or two
Is it still not up for the rue?

This is so bad
It makes me sad
Alone in a room
Nothing to loom;

I’m clearly not in control
I can only watch it unfold
So why not watch the show
Catch the waves in high and low?

Press play
Set up a relay
Motion in reverse
Make the scene perverse;

What?
The End.