Drip

Drip, drip, drip, drip,

It makes me slip.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp,

Sweet as syrup.

One more, one,

Then I’m done.

Just a little,

‘Til it’s spittle.

 

Drip, drip, drip, drip,

Hours I will skip.

One more, one,

I could come.

Just puddles,

What muddles.

 

Plop, plop, plop, plop,

Now it’s gonna pop.

If it’s done, I can come.

If it’s not, I must run.

Drip, drip, drip,

Time’s gonna slip…

©2015 Linda L Labin, PhDhuman hour glass

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