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He, The Trickster ~ The Jester, a slippery customer,
The Cat of Virtuoso, plays a very fine violin;
The cow mooing plays exquisitely
Well William Tale's Overture on The Enigma of Viola.
The white puppy unleashes sparkling laughter,
Pleasures in the Knight's gambados,
[Neatly hung upon a rack,
Next to the door's antechamber]
Delights in the sport of The Song of Oboe
Of The Insane Moon, twice licks the spoon
Of sauce, to savor gravy, obligatory
Gesture
Of culinary pleasure,
Spotlessly licks the dining dish of supper,
Pewter, polished well, via the spoon
Of sauce to savor twice the gravy's superlative
Flavor, whereas Hickory
Of the dock of Dickory
Draws water from the basin of the river,
Prepares punctiliously for a bubbling bath,
Later this evening, in a silver
Basin. Off in the kitchen, Kibbles laughs.
Meanwhile, in the interim ~
The Mouse works The Miracles of The Hours
Around the clock, intermittently
Triggering chimes of the clock.
The chimes of the clock chime One,
The Mouse runs up and down,
Travels twice behind, once back around.
The clock chimes Too,
The Mouse twice runs back to check exactly who
Triggered Too strikes of the clock's chimes,
Who tinkers with the Thyme ...
Counter ~ clockwise, tickling tocks,
Until the pendulum hypnotically rocks,
Memorializing numerals One
Through Twelve on The Face of the Clock.
For a well ~ earned respite,
Mouse leans sleepily against the minute hand,
Unwinds, peeking
Back at the second hand's needle sweeping
Round, a diligent watch, no slacker,
Thyme's Keeper,
While Mouse stashes extra ticks of the tocks,
Until the pendulum rocks hypnotically,
Until Hickory dutifully points out to Dickory ~
"The dish of this evening's supper,
Quite clean now, you've licked sparkling spotless.
You may slacken your efforts, yeppers ~
Relax. Kick back. Chill out, says Cotter."
~ Hickory
Hey ~ Diddle diddle,
The virtuoso cat plays a very fine fiddle;
The mooing cow bows well a Viola's riddle.
The small white dog unleashes laughter,
Delights in the frolicking sport of The Oboe's
Song of The Lunatic Moon,
Licks twice the gravy spoon.
Licked spotless, the pewter supper plate,
Licked extra swell, via the gravy spoon,
While Mouse works miracles round the clock.
The clock chimes Three,
Calls for Thee ~
The Mouse runs thrice back around,
Hollers out ~
The Hour of Mystery,
Any minute, we expect a visitor.
If on a winter's night,
A stranger comes calling, a welcome sight ~
We rejoice,
We chant counter ~ clockwise, counting tocks,
Until the pendulum hypnotically rocks,
For a traveler,
Very wise, Eco's Voice, comes calling ...
A Destiny
Crossed,
A Welcome Tavern.
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