#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
That seen and this not,
Musket's blood so fills that pot.

Of timber seen, wooden fire -
save the "esque" its proper dire
All the while suspect this liar

Lend no leave or noose so strong
Cautious the abled long
If herein we find...