The clock tapped the time,
An immaculate embroidery,
Printed in the smell of flowers
who salvaged the late night hours,
In a fiendish pregnancy!!
The clock pushed the time
Towards a pneumonic obscurity,
Coruscating the way to home
Where the blood fell down
and embraced the asafoetida.
The sound slipped into the den,
and scavengers feasted upon
the mellow hue when the clock
Pushed the time in an alternate rhyme.
There it ticked like an insomniac’s joy,
A fisherman scrapped the dying fins,
The time furnished millions of winds,
and the clock started fooling around,