A five minute poem

It\’s 12:21 and I am busy scribbling.

Writing this poem.

Though I should be in bed.

I\’m scribbling instead.

(and the clock now shows 12:22!).

It\’s now 12:23 and something\’s happening.

I am eager to write even more.

I see the clock hands whizzing round.

With a faint \”clicking\” sound.

The clock now shows 12:24!

I\’m feeling really alive.

For it\’s 12:25 and my pen is now \”back to it\’s tricks\”.

But this poem will keep as I am m falling asleep.

CLICK

(it\’s now 12:26!).