Whine Producer
Whine Producer
Miracle Man
7/23/2024
Constantly ticking is our grandfather clock,
and with each night’s chime it puts me shock.
My ears are weary of this uninterrupted talker,
it’s hard to escape this loud mouthed stalker.
Often, with disgust, I watch the pendulum swing,
other than it’s beauty I find nothing that’s soothing.
Always near day’s end someone continues to rewind,
and at each suggestion seems I’ve always whined.
I suppose I could find something entertaining to do,
because hearing it’s chime always makes me spew.
The options I see at hand are to continue to blister,
Or load this sucker up, and deliver it to my sister.
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