Clocks that Talk

The big hand yelled at the baby to stop the ticking. It's pointless, and I'm tired. The tick, tick, tick, tock, bored the ole' clock. But who will show them they way? They got to be somewhere in time, you know, and they promised not too be late. Far away, in Tennessee, Romeo is in his pick up truck with a pink carnation bud, ready to pick Anne Lee to the ball. The leaves change and the ground is dirty but clock never strikes 10 and the lovers..