Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

My Runaway Yellow Limed Clock

My clock ran away taking the time
There was no warning, just up and went.
I’d give a nickel, maybe a dime.
To keep track of the weeks I’ve spent

Feeling curiously bamboozled and stymied
By that traitorous clock sorely bent
If you see her, her face is yellow limed.
Tell her good-bye, I have moved to Kent.

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Maurice Rigoler April 3, 2020 at 4:26 AM In times like these does watching a clock cause it to slow down? It's the same problem with the kettle: does the water in it boil faster or slower when watched? Depends, I guess, who's watching it. / M Caren Krutsinger April 4, 2020 at 2:01 AM I have clocks all over my house, and frankly, the computer clock is two to three minutes faster than all of my others.