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Towering Clock

A poem by Beverly Stock.

Once in Bangkok, there stood a towering clock.

Most people who saw it tended to gawk.

Passing by, came a girl in a heavenly frock.

I think she said she was from Little Rock.

She picked up a stone and aimed at the clock,

but instead, she hit some wandering livestock.

Well, that caused a stir and things began to gridlock,

nothing moved, not on the street, dock, or sidewalk.

People were in shock! The girl didn’t hit the clock,

but a herd of fierce-looking Peacocks!

A Priest came sauntering down by the lock,

A “Sort-of-Priest,” ' cause he had been defrocked.

"That" the girl thought, "was quite a shock!!"

He was a good looking guy, with a mock Mohawk.

They started to talk about the rock,

J. S. Bach and the panicking flock.

When one of the flock began to squawk

and stalk the girl in the heavenly frock.

She turned to the Priest, picked up a rock,

and once again aimed at the towering clock.


Beverly Stock is an American poet living in St. Louis. Her work has been published on, at, and on the Webzine Lighten Up Online.

Towering Clock

© 2019 Beverly Stock

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