It Just Didn'T Click

Clique claque went the railroad trains The same sounds with the same names Originally thought it was a lost cause Then a pause before the applause Between thoughts and performance Enduring soundless claps is my romance Unleashing creative within the box Clip clop no need to yoke the ox Scratching my head with the pen Now there is a mark on my chin Noticing that the sign was not on so setting there they just yawn