The seconds go by with a tick and a tock.
The clerk stands there waiting, biding her time,
While the customer muses on buying a clock.
The street outside bustles with buyers and sellers,
And storekeepers worry if they have enough stock.
Second by second and minute by minute,
The time oozes by, until with a shock
The shopper realises that an hour has passed,
Gone by forever, while she stood like a rock,
And she's still undecided, her mind in a whirl,
She shakes head and shoulders, then chooses a clock,
And chides herself firmly for waiting those moments,
And pays for her purchase, and walks off down the block.