I have a clock,
a grandfather clock.
It's old, really old,
but it runs like new.
It shines like the sun,
it chimes every hour--
--you could even set your watch by it.
I hate my clock.
Now, I didn't always hate it so;
my clock used to be broken, see.
The hands on it's face
would jump and twirl;
forward one hour, backward three.
The chime was sweeter then,
as if my pretty, broken clock was saying,
"Sorry I can't be what you need--
please enjoy my melody!"
My clock was so beautiful--
but one day while I was gone,
someone snuck in and...
Well, that bastard fixed my beautiful clock.
My clock is still beautiful,
shined and polished like a star.
Yeah, my clock is perfect now,
but I liked it better broken.














Comments
Lovely description, nice personification of the clock itself, and I don't think I mentioned it was full of good, good humor.
--Colton
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"And that's how I came, your humble narrator, to be living so easy and free." -- The Decemberists
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
So simple, ironic with a deeper meaning.
Really REALLY original. I use this meaning with all sincerity. It's rare to write about something that captures your interest and seems so unique.
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Hate
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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~I am a writer~
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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~I am a writer~
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