The town shone cleanest in the mist.
The clerk rushed for his train,
And if he dallied on his course,
The mist would clot to rain.
Because he didn’t know the time,
He couldn’t find the way.
The tower clock was crowing six,
But spires lead clerks astray.
Humbler clocks are best for humble folk;
A fob swung by his flank.
But he’d forgotten to wind his watch,
And so the dial lay blank.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
The town shone cleanest in the mist.
The clerk rushed for his train,
And if he dallied on his course,
The mist would clot to rain.
Because he didn’t know the time,
He couldn’t find the way.
The tower clock was crowing six,
But spires lead clerks astray.
Humbler clocks are best for humble folk;
A fob swung by his flank.
But he’d forgotten to wind his watch,
And so the dial lay blank.