Idle hands

I shall go out when the clock shows ten/ten
but it’s not showing that as of now
but
how will I know if the clock’s going slow?

see,
there’s always a fly in the ointment
or one in your soup which is a bigger
disappointment.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.

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