Tick-tock, I hate your clock.
Ding-dong, the dreadful throng,
bulbous and bland
just like your head.

Your head is white,
your clothes are white,
your hands are white,
your shoes are white, 
but your house?
Your house is green.

Your clocks are green,
your tables are green,
your watches are green,
your drawers are green,
and your walls?
They are green too.

Even I am green.
My blood runs rust,
but clothes flow lime.
My shoes, my skirts,
my socks, my shirts?
All are green.
But then I am another clock.