One Flew Over the Cuckoo Clock
Arriving all the way from
the Black Forest which
is somewhere in Germany,
came a medium sized package,
which was made out to me,
inside the cardboard box
was a beautiful cuckoo clock,
which apparently I had won
even though everyone had mocked,
I looked at it and thought it cute
while my husband acted like
a little kid with a new toy,
and when he wound it up
and it started cuckoo-ing
I thought he'd jump for joy,
so it started to cuckoo every single hour,
with the little animated cuckoo bird
showing up expressing his power,
the first week I heard the
cuckoo clock every single time,
especially when I was
trying very hard to sleep
or when trying to think of a rhyme,
my husband snoring loudly
as well which didn't help,
I thought of myself as someone
being serenaded by
an orchestra from hell,
when finally I arose sometime
at night during the second week,
feeling like a crazy woman
from all the lack of sleep,
going to my husbands
locked cabinet
where he kept his glock,
I finally couldn't take it anymore
and murdered my cuckoo clock!
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