A poem by Uniqor

[Uniqor]

Alas when I was ready to shout:
“Oh babe, this is a REAL horny plot!”
The dream was cut short:
“Hey bloody clock, QUIT imitating the damn cock!”

The clock ringed aloud,
Half asleep – I grabbed its cap top;
Pressed hard did my hand,
Semi functional – the button bumped out.

The clock did not stop:
“SHUT your trap, ye iron knob!”
Desperation is ripe:
“My dream, my GIRL were about to revive!”

The door is blocked,
My hammer – locked;
The window aside,
Its glass – tightly clogged.

Desperation exploded:
“Fuuu, uking NOW!”
The clock flew out:
“TING, ping ding bing!”

Off the fire alarm went,
At the door – porters knocked;
Down the floor water poured,
By the window – the clock stopped.

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