"Who is Daisy?" you might ask.
"Daisy is my kitchen clock."

She possesses hands and numerals
Black as ebony,
A face as yellow as sunshine
And round as the silver moon.

Oh! I thing Daisy has fun
With her incessant
Tick-tock.
Audible throughout
Disturbing to some,
But not to me!

For day and night,
Fawn or evening
This clock keeps ticking
Breaking silence that oppresses
In a home
That's seldom visited.