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A little poem I wrote for a limericks competition. It's actually only my first limerick, so maybe it's not as polished as it should be ... but still, I hope you enjoy, and reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you! 
P.S - I hope you get the reference to a clock!
P.P.S - I know that the pronunciation for 'infinite' is a bit - ah - mutilated in this context, but I'm taking advantage of poetic licence, so please forgive me.
P.S - I hope you get the reference to a clock!
P.P.S - I know that the pronunciation for 'infinite' is a bit - ah - mutilated in this context, but I'm taking advantage of poetic licence, so please forgive me.
Mr. O’Clock
`Tis said an old man goes a-knocking
Knuckles on wood a-tick-tocking
Once every hour
In sunshine or shower
His top hat politely a-cocking.
His efforts are quite unsuccessful
The workload must be rather stressful
The knocks are infinite
With sixty a minute
And subjects discreetly resentful.
When an hour has almost departed,
He feels distinctly downhearted.
He rams the doorbell
Bids tramp-hood farewell
And finds himself back where he started.
`Tis said an old man goes a-knocking
Knuckles on wood a-tick-tocking
Once every hour
In sunshine or shower
His top hat politely a-cocking.
His efforts are quite unsuccessful
The workload must be rather stressful
The knocks are infinite
With sixty a minute
And subjects discreetly resentful.
When an hour has almost departed,
He feels distinctly downhearted.
He rams the doorbell
Bids tramp-hood farewell
And finds himself back where he started.
