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.
(it\’s now 12:26!).