March 5, 2016

The Clock Chimes

The clock chimes

eight time it sounds

being the time

when everyone is bound

be it the morning

where there be a rush

so be it in the evening

could be a hush

the clock chimes all through

fails only when it is not in order

prompt and punctual all through

a call could be termed as a recorder.

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