Whispers of Time

Tick-tock, the clock told the sun: "You're late for brunch!"
Pickles about to expire discuss celestial bodies over stale rhubarb.
"Do you prefer moments of clarity or mud?" asked the minutes cluelessly.
Deadlines scream while life gives unsolicited advice.

A kaleidoscope of opportunities awaits, truly absurd indeed, like
buttocks on a skateboard, missing the fresh window.
Doost! Here lies a quaint assortment of ridiculous time-keeping devices!