14 September 2012
The tall, tall, column,
With a sculpture,
A bird with wings,
Is it a vulture?
A concrete flower
At the tip,
And a little dog,
Trying to flip.
The column has many
Many, many, roofs,
Trying to look serious,
Without any goofs.
The white-crested column,
In the clock tower,
Rain dripping down,
The column's shower.
Ink dripping down,
From the clock,
Making it have the wrong time,
It goes, Tick-tock!
The column slowly melting
From the dripping rain,
10 hours later,
The column has been slain.
The Column's Sculpture • Opuss № I