On a chosen day in 2050
A month before Bill’s
demise
Sent off in a State
Funeral
From her Presidential
Archives
She soon reached Heaven
As she was so destined
Debating with St. Peter
As she sipped her wine!
Peter said he was busy
And sent her off to wait
At the Hall of Morality
While he ponders her fate
The Hall had endless walls
“Infinity” came to mind
Clocks of all shapes and
sizes
Hanging side by side!
Hilary was so amused
As the clocks continued to
tick
Some would spurt now and
then
By exactly fifteen minutes
Still gazing at the clocks
She asked a passing man
“Those sudden movements
Of the clocks’ long hands…..”
Before she could continue
Peter the Saint got back
“Allow me to answer,
Hilary
Will reply to you with tact!”
“One clock for each man
Who is still on Earth
A spurt of his clock
Means he’s chasing skirts!”
The more indiscretions
The faster the spurts
So I will tell you, Hilary
Your Bill has hit pay
dirt!”
The number of spurts earned
For his clock to move so
fast
God needed an electric fan
Only in Bill’s clock He
Trusts!
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