Sipping wine
Watching time
Ticking… panicking
Toe the line
Feeling fine

Stanza two
What to do
Words are stuck
What the fuck
Drink more wine
Running out of time
Ticking clock
I need a Glock
Shoot the gun
I’m having fun

Writing under duress
I’m making a mess
Not my usual style
But happy not doing dark for a while
Local band strikes up a song
And in my head I sing along
In a noisy festive pub
Ordering delicious seafood grub
I keep an eye on time
And write this timed poem of mine…