Jane Blanchard



Flicker, flicker, goes the ticker,
Maybe slower, maybe quicker.

Dicker, dicker, goes the ticker,
Over wine instead of liquor.

Bicker, bicker, goes the ticker,
With the wife, a real nitpicker.

Trick her, trick her, goes the ticker,
Only to get even sicker.

Snicker, snicker, goes the ticker,
Setting up the bucket-kicker.

Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her poetry has appeared previously in Light and recently in Allegro, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Lighten Up Online, The Orchards, and Snakeskin. She has three collections—Unloosed, Tides & Currents, and After Before—all with Kelsay Books.