Tic tock the birds all cood
The clocks and pendellums swiched and swood
He loved his clocks, they kept him company
Even to a vampire, immortality gets lonely
He was an odd one of his race no doubt
The only one he knew who slept spread out
Clausterphobia is uncommon to find in his kind
But even in his coffin he felt confined
He thought it perfectly reasonable though
As he paced around his clocks to and fro
He always found the coffin dark and stuffy
If you had to sleep forever, you'ld choose
something big and fluffy
More ironic than that he found was his fixation
Time to him was an endless execration
His fate rung in his mind with every tic
A rhythmic reminder beginning to make him sick
It's actually madenning listening to every tock
Eons have past with these God forsaken clocks
He finally decided to pick up a bat
And smash every cukoo bird he had outright flat
But even as he lay on his fluffy white bed
Staring at broken bits and gears, his relief unsaid
Still he found the lair a tad bit dry
No more company around to keep him by
He realized that there was not much to be done
He should make the most of his time, and have a little fun
But first he had to spruce up the place, making sure it wouldnt frustrate
With something that, prefrebably, didnt remind him of his fate
He sat there staring at nothing, stiff and perplexed
And thought sternly to himself "Maybe snowglobes next"
This was inspired by a fun writing prompt that asked to write a story involving:
A clausterphobic vampire
A cukoo clock
And a snowglobe