The clock sat smugly on the shelf,
As if upon a throne,
Contented with uncounted wealth
Accrued through debtor-loan.
One thousand minutes from the lad
Who tried some time to keep –
Two hundred hours from the maid
Who’d stolen off to sleep —
And twenty days the afternoon
Full washed away by rain —
And thirty weeks – owed by the moon —
For daring so to wane.
Then laughed and laughed the greedy clock,
And selfish sneaked his hands,
As screaming trumpets – tick and tock —
Exclaimed his steep demands.
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