The Ever Dreaming Dreamer

While the clock is steadily ticking
My eye is steadily twitching
And the ticking, tocking clock that's ticking
Can't take the hint that I am hinting
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.
But when I sock the clock a mighty wack
The infernal clock just socks me back!
And the swaying ticker that makes me bitter
Mocks and mocks with its never ceasing ticks and tocks
The day goes on with that ticking sound
And upon my face is a mighty frown
That deepens and deepens as the clock ticks more
Ever more insistent than it was before
The night comes yet still I sit,
For who can sleep with that tocking twit
Ticking and tocking until who knows when
But back to the matter, I'll say it again;
If I could break the clock
(And make sure it ticks its very last tock)
I could sleep the sleep my dream is dreaming
And NOT dream of clocks that start my ears steaming
Relieved, not peeved, they would soon be deeming
Me, the ever dreaming dreamer.

By Nurah M. Rasheed