Really hoping the title doesn't bring about unnecessary warning points...

Here's one poem written in two different forms. Comment, brohoof, criticize, and/or name your favorite barn animal.

The clock on the wall

is quite shifty indeed.

He goes back on his promises

forth on his greed.

He’ll yell out the hour

then, just as you turn.

The minutes will crumble

The seconds will burn.

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The clock

Selfish and cruel

A prank where you’re the fool

Addictive to submissive

tick tock