unfinished ode to an alarm clock,on first waking up in the morning

Story ID:	1465
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	phenix city alabama u.s.a.
Year:	2007
Person:	self

Oh little thing so round and ugly,
sitting upon yon shelf so smugly,
what do you contemplate sitting there?
as with that numbered face you stare!
Ticking off man's numbered hours,
till he is covered over with flowers.
Ah you little numbered knave!
You are our master,we are your slaves.
You wake us up and put us to bed,
from our birth till we are dead
and we cannot stop your endless tick
we have to go,well or sick!
But suddenly i start up with a jerk!
Goodness gracious! It is late!
I must hurry off to work!.......