Poets and Alarm Clocks

When it failed to ring, I wondered, hell why it didn't— This alarm sweet that must sing, But there was no hint. It soon volunteered: You wound me too tight last night, Clocks like humans are weird— React if wound tight. Poets erudite Beware, readers are wound loose, Ye may soar like a loose kite, Till it gets your goose. _____________________________ These quatrains (no traditional format of AAAA, AABB, ABAB, and ABBA), but each line of five or seven syllables, are symmetrically set in each stanza, 5/7/7/5. Tongue-in-cheek |16.08.2019|