Small Talk About Daisy - Poem by Margaret Feliciano
"Who is Daisy?" you might ask.
"Daisy is my kitchen clock."
She possesses hands and numerals
Black as ebony,
A face as yellow as sunshine
And round as the silver moon.
Oh! I thing Daisy has fun
With her incessant
Disturbing to some,
But not to me!
For day and night,
Fawn or evening
This clock keeps ticking
Breaking silence that oppresses
In a home
That's seldom visited.
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