How your mind races as you await your true lover!
You lie shivering and primed beneath your bed cover.
Shivering with sexual tension, you stare at your clock, ….
…..whose face stares back and spouts: ‘Tick-tock, Tick-tock'.
What will happen if he's not there by ‘stroke of midnight'?
That he'll never show up fills you with a horrible fright!
Eleven-thirty. He's not there; your heart pounds in your chest.
So …..turn on TV to reruns of: ….."Father Knows Best"!
One minute to twelve. Does the clock smirk AND ‘stare you down'?
Does its incessant ‘Tick-tock' make you feel …like a clown?
Then GRAB your clock and disarm it! ! That's your solution
…..to keep midnight ‘at bay' and kill Tick-tock pollution.
[I'm waiting.]
Feeling better now?
(October 19th 2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is indeed a good one! The post script... 'I 'm waiting' is typical of Bri