Short Poems, Long Poems & Limericks

A Glass Half Full of Stuff to Read

Time on My Hands

I went to get my clock refilled

With time they pumped it up

But I dropped it on the way back home

And smashed it like a cup


Time it leaked out everywhere

It made a pool upon the street

I tried to clean the mess up

Before I got it on my feet


Because time stains like beetroot juice

And is more permanent than permanent ink

It will slow you down so much that

You could sleep inside a blink


But I was too late, or should that be too early

Now no one understands

Why I always can spare them time

I have a lot of it on my hands.



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