Clock Chat

Oh hello mr afternoon said miss morning! Midday didn't stay for the late breakfast it went out walking down the street towards the restaurant. Midday chimed today. It was very very noisy too. No need. Unnecessary. Most unwelcome. Bridges. Baking bread. Boom baskets and guillotines' for the baps. Bing bing bing three o clock bell here. I am announcing that it is midway through the afternoon with much delight. Bouncy bouncy. Bing bong. Wow. Each day at this time. And the wit is neither white or willow in hue. And a cobra clock strikes the hour with varied strength depends upon the hibernation of time. Injecting ingestion ignoring inner innocent innermost inherited inhabitants. And a clap. A loud clap. But should one travel. Immerse in cultural dialect. Then a morning could call like a bird. An hourly chime but bird call style. Cleverly closing chiming chinning circular circuit. Wow. And 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. In order. But the leaf longs for the world of yesteryear when the clocks were the sky and the calendar the seasons. Rick tock denotations denominations z z z z z