Non-Erotic PoetryClockworkMy mind is like a clock
Sometimes if overwound
With springs stretched
A screeching "cuckoo"
As the hour is reached
Racing hands on the dial
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Pounding loud as I think
Occasionally I lose time
If I forget to wind again
Taking the key, turning it
Hear the little cogs whirring
The gears starting to move
Creaking a lot,so oil a little
Needs more frequent cleaning
Excuse the many cobwebs
The housemaid is on strike
When thinking doesn't time fly
My mind clock chimes away
Keeping good time for now
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