Cuckoo Clock Stock

‘Tis the season for buying and therefore my spouse
urged me to attend the Gift Boutique.  We left the house
where I had left my moan, where my feet had dug in
due to recalcitrance and an inverted grin.

But the Holiday Gift Boutique blew me away
as I found something very unique.  On that day
I had butterflies flit, and I scarcely could talk
when I happened upon an Anton Cuckoo Clock.

Anton Schneider is famous for his cuckoo clocks;
it is surely what collectors seek.  Cuckoo clock stocks
would increase mightily, with this Cadillac of
timepiece craftsmanship which is a labor of love.

So I seized this rare find (using kid gloves, of course),
feeling wealthy as a Saudi Sheikh.  For the source
of wealth comes from inside, and my face was aglow
as apace I departed when most times I’m slow.

(My wife grabbed my right sleeve to diminish my pace
and I noticed her head was oblique.  It was a case
of her reining me in, for her one arm was free
to admonish the kid who was inside of me.)

On the drive back to Macon, my grin reached my ears
and I heard Sue Ann talk a blue streak.  Over the years
I have listened, all right, and I know glibness flows
yet to me it’s a garden and richness is rose.

(Even though she had gifts of her own from the sale,
I could tell by the way she would speak.  There was no veil
to hide her happiness, for there are songs and sighs
from the one with a heart able to empathize.)

When we got to our home and I went to my den,
I was taken that it was quite bleak.  However, then
with a lump in my throat and a tingling spine
I unboxed my new clock and enhancement was mine.


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Writer’s Cramp
December 8, 2013