Thirteen O'Clock
My morning alarm alarmed me alarmingly,
Slapped my face, pried open my peepers,
Stole my slippers and pilfered my blanket.
My clock was guilty, trying to distract
I knew it at once when our faces met
“You added a number, you crazy clock!”
The number thirteen had annexed twelve’s position.
“Who me? Not I! Not once! Never!”
Gushed the guilty guard of time.
“Is that so? Is that right? I am no fool!
(Though at times I do foolish things, it’s true)
My watch says twelve, the stove too,
The only one who is different is you!”
The clock ticked, “So what if I am, who cares?”
I stopped, I thought, I started, I stopped
So what if this alarm chose a new number,
Or was made different while I did sleep
(Almost said slumber, who slumbers anymore?)
I do not care if my clock goes to thirteen,
Time was hard to figure out anyway.
Wearing no pajamas I went to the shower,
And tried to understand why he added an hour.
I realized clocks couldn't talk, it wasn’t allowed!
The punctuation woke me from a dream,
My alarm smugly waiting for its cue.