Tick tock tick tock
Here I am in front of my clock
Sitting here with nothing to do
Sitting here, stuck in my room
Bored out of my mind, I let it wonder
And after a while I begin to ponder
"If a bee can fly, can a fly bee?
Can it be whatever it wants to see?
If bears like honey, do ducks like jam?
And why can't I speak with a dot or a bam?
When is a tree and how is a lime?
What is yes and why is the time?"
I like my clock, it helps me think
And it's much better than sitting in the sink
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Between The Lines
RandomA collection of stories, poems, and other oddities that don't always make sense
