Cuckoo clock with shifting eyes 

Counts the minutes with deep, heavy sighs

Stuck upon the wall all day

His hands committed to work–no play

Watching life around him fly

He ticks each tock so we rely

If he should lag just for a minute

Intolerance will be his penance

Wishful thinking is all he can do

His two-week vacation’s long overdue

Cuckoo bird popping in and out

Makes him want to scream and shout

No one notices his increasing unease

He might as well be a block of cheese

Just take me out, just for a day

And let me smell a sweet bouquet

I’ll keep my word, I’ll keep the chime

If only I could work part-time

My entry for Monday Morning Writing Prompt:  Personification

http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/monday-morning-writing-prompt-personification/