You Can't Beat Time

The prank went bad and I was mad--
April Fool’s Day disaster!
I tried to slow that timeless foe,
but time proceeded faster.

I heard the tick (time’s bailiwick),
and it was ticking normal.
I sidled by in torn Levi;
I tried to be informal.

I looked about and had no doubt;
the hands of time persisted.
Then part of me said let it be,
yet prank inside insisted.

I made my stand and grabbed the hand;
the face of time abided.
I pulled it down and heard a sound;
the second hand collided.

As I hung on, prank urge was gone;
the second hand proceeded.
Then my poor crotch became time’s watch;
a catcher’s cup was needed.

As time went by there came a cry;
a cry along with kicking.
I was a klutz with two sore nuts,
and time continued ticking.


24 Lines [Rhythm: 8-7-8-7]
Writer’s Cramp
April 2, 2014