Clockwork's Belromerant, Belromerant is a portmanteau of bereave, lament, and melancholy.

Clockwork’s Belromerant

Twas rhyme time and nigh behind time,
Clock time behind jumped the red black door frame.
The Clockman’s gears and notches wound tightly and loudly,
And he became aware of candlelight and The Workshop’s shadows.

Behold the cheese and wine as tall as you or I,
With red fruit berries and berry blue roses scattered lightly on the brown table.
Sweet berry grape orange wine with crusty rust bread with butter and lye,
The Clockman can’t eat anything no matter how hard he tries.

The Clockman cheery and gay walked and leaped round The Workshop,
Alas and Wonder! His heart gear string fluttered and jumped.
A pretty and limber Clockgirl stood under the eerie candlelight,
She was bent in a dancers garb between and near the bright sweet fruit.

With a taunt leap and a round bounce he took her wind up,
A small tiny turn left, a big wide turn right till she also became aware.
She was all the more lovely looking about at the brown table,
She bowed to the Gizmo Monkeys and Elephant Donkeys who cajoled and whooped.

Clocks rhymed chimed it was almost crumpet and tea time,
The Clocksgirl bowed to him for a dance standing straight she begin to gait and spin.
They had little time her tiny gears and joints were yet unpainted,
Master, Maker, Creator, rarely left them as brown plain wood unmade, undone.

Both sniffled and whined as their joints and bolts slowly came to a stop,
The clocks timed to rhyme time a mournful song.
Tock cry, Tick sniffle, the cuckoos and springs sounded and rounded,
The Clock Lover’s were stuck next to the berry fruit and wine cheese.

Bright, light, cruel in it’s invasion,
Maestro fun and fair was unaware of his wares plight,
Loving Creator, took his tiny plain Clocksgirl,
And left his young Clockman on the table.

The Clockmaker clicked and tsked at his naughty creations,
Jars tall and small and tall and wide lined in gold, blue, and pink.
Gentle brush dipping and nipping, softly and gently,
He painted, slowly and carefully the Clocksgirl with a sad longing smile.