Twisted Ticker

They call her timer girl
For she wears a timer around her neck
She named it “Twisted Ticker”
It keeps her life in check

She lives every day like clockwork
Sleeping precisely for seven hours
Brushing her teeth in thirty-second quarters
Even going as far as taking two-minute showers

All tasks start by twisting the ticker
Such as cooking which has always been her thing
Only she refuses to taste or look when it’s done
Until she hears that all too familiar ding-a-ling

Luckily for her she works from home
Running her own business as a writer
Of course, she meets every deadline
And speed-writes every day using, you’ve got it, the timer

Like all of us, Timer Girl has another ticker
One that’s locked up inside her chest
Twisted before she was born
It’s a mystery when it will eternally rest

But one thing is for sure
She’ll be buried with Twisted Ticker around her neck
Ringing forever six feet under
Keeping her death in check