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Count Down (Pint-Sized Poem #9)
Can't help but wonder,
can't help but read,
I'm still confused by your words.
So I need to ask?
What's with the count down?
Are you expecting something?
Planning something?
Ten--
Nine--
Eight--
Seven--
Six. . .
What are you counting down to?
Is is going to go BOOM?
Will it make the evening news?
Or is this just another fantasy game you play?
Five--
Four. . .
Tick,tock
Tick,tock
Your clock is ticking.
And I'm still laughing.
Three
Two. . .
Are you done?
Tick.
Tock,
One.
You're dead.
A time bomb, with a short fuse.
Tick, tick, tick. . .
BOOM!
can't help but read,
I'm still confused by your words.
So I need to ask?
What's with the count down?
Are you expecting something?
Planning something?
Ten--
Nine--
Eight--
Seven--
Six. . .
What are you counting down to?
Is is going to go BOOM?
Will it make the evening news?
Or is this just another fantasy game you play?
Five--
Four. . .
Tick,tock
Tick,tock
Your clock is ticking.
And I'm still laughing.
Three
Two. . .
Are you done?
Tick.
Tock,
One.
You're dead.
A time bomb, with a short fuse.
Tick, tick, tick. . .
BOOM!
Published 4th Feb 2012
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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