Poem- "Dreaming of Nightmares"

Dreaming of Nightmares

A clock hangs on the wall.

What hangs on my clock?

A clock hangs on the wall.

What hangs on my clock?

Maybe it’s time.

Or rhyme, or reason.

Let me mark a day on the calendar.

The oven gives us time near an open fire.

I feel stressed about pecan fillings.

Turkey, ham, or something in between.

Vegetables are sparkling in this microwave.

Oh, those sounds of boiling water!

Heat comes between electricity and food in there.

Something hangs on to rhymes for a reason.

Maybe it’s time.

Even our microwave has the time.

In fact, the microwave cooks on time besides the time.

May this secret be left out of mom’s cookbook?

Dad watches his soup while being so hungry.

Maybe it’s time.

Corn on the cob is poked with decorations to wash.

Xmas trees get pretty dirty.

Santa accidentally ate reindeer food at one of our houses 10 years ago.

So, a clock hangs on the wall.

What hangs on my clock?

The holiday void hangs on the clock.

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