as we rewind the clocks
sacrificing time on an alter
the world watches with narrowed eyes
and listens to the tick-tock sounds
that reverberate on the stroke of midnight
the stars fade into veiw
when we come to a jolted stop
adjacent to the moon
Mother Goose calls upon her cow
and we set our eyes on its clumsly leap
off in the distance
a cat plays its fiddle
and a dog is laughing quite at the cow
while a certain dish ran away with the spoon
all this being said to ole diddle, diddle
the stars spin these tales secretly
and hide them away in your keepsake box
with your first baby hair
and the porcelain rattler
that drove your mother mad, indeed
we step onto the star
plunging deeply into lala land
where lacy bows and ruffled collars
are thrown away and unbuttoned
so as to resurrect our childhood feelings of freedom
look, there, a baby cradled by the trees
lulled to sleep by her mother's singsong voice
hush-a-bye! hush-a-bye!
leave the baby alone
let her sleep, enveloped in dreams
there sits humpty dumpty atop a concrete wall
though slip, did he not, into the wall
but onto the floor below
and neither horses nor men
could bring him back together
the sun is waving its scorched hand goodbye
and the moon is blowing into veiw
the clouds are drifting well away
shaped as pies and jolly old men
they are weary from our restless gazes
kisses are improper
so a hug will suffice for now
tearstained faces are nowhere to be seen
seeking them tonight is useless
for only happy smiles exist in lala land
midnight's stroke has ended
the clocks have started up again
we really mustn't waste good time
farewell until the stars arrive
knocking on our doorstep once more
Author notes
this poem might make more sense if you reallllllly know Mother Goose's "The Cat and the Fiddle" so here it is.
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat played the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
all references to this poem go to Mother Goose 
and im quite positive you know hush-a-bye baby and humpty dumpty.
uhm sorry but i like this. tell me what i did wrong and what you dislike because i want to revise this a whole lot. critisize me as much as you can. grace, i want the whole thing lol. k bii.
ps. like the title? hehe...
hi. i like you if you comment.
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okay, this wasn't as awful as i thought
i'll give you the lines i enjoyed:
and hide them away in your keepsake box
with your first baby hair
and the porcelain rattler
that drove your mother mad, indeed
so as to resurrect our childhood feelings of freedom
tearstained faces are nowhere to be seen
seeking them tonight is useless
for only happy smiles exist in lala land
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i figured you would like the keepsake stuff.
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it was just really long and you always use like huge words and it never really means much and its just idk,
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the sun is waving its scorched hand goodbye
and the moon is blowing into veiw
love that line!
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okay never mind i hate this poem. but um thanks anyway.
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