Pic of the day

Pic of the day
Somehow, she's always the one up here.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Swiss head

There's a clock in every head,
a steady diet, to be fed.
Without which,
it turns a bitch,
pops up and goes "cuckoo".

Wound tight and ticking away
through brightest night and darkest day,
this clock will brood
and throw a mood,
spring up and go "cuckoo".

There come times of silence
with chemicals in balance.
Stays calm, the clock
with nary a knock
until it pops and goes "cuckoo".

No comments: