As an old clock chimes
An ageing poet rhymes
Of girls in summer frocks
Who think not of clocks.
But old Father Time
He ends all rhyme.
As an old clock chimes
An ageing poet rhymes
Of girls in summer frocks
Who think not of clocks.
But old Father Time
He ends all rhyme.
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael. Its greatly appreciated. Best wishes. Kevin
If the girls in summer frocks
Aren’t thinking of their clocks
Whatever are they thinking of?
Tick tick tock…..
Don’t answer that…..
Thanks for your comment!
And thanks for not saying what they were thinking about. Did it rhyme with frock?