###NDC_BINGO### Tile: D5 Genre: Steampunk Theme: Beach Day ################### “One, two… tick it, snap it… time go *boom*.” Cranketh thy corset, dust thy fan, The barons sweat like cured roast ham. Their monocles fog, their gears be slack— Dear gods, what hides ‘neath Lady Brack? No hourglass binds these thighs divine— So strike thy chimes, then cross that line! Tick, Tock— Click, Clock! Grease the gears— Time we MOCK! Clocks in the sun! Time unspun! Gears gone dumb— We revel, we run! O say it proud in rust and bleach— No one tells time at the beach! Petticoats flail, pistons flare— The wine is warm, the nobles bare. “Scandal? Nay—just salt and air!” The automaid’s serving molten rum, With brass-laced grin and velvet thumb. She winks and whirs, her valves ajar— Then shouts: > (“Oi! This beach got no czar!”) —slaps a baron, steals his watch and slinks off laughing, brass gears hot. Unlace thy ticking etiquette, Thy manners drowned, thy skirts are wet… Tick, Tock! Click, Clock! Time's undone— Grease the lock! Clocks in the sun! Time unspun! Steam-drenched fun— We grind, we run! O melt thy mask, O breach thy speech— No one tells time at the beach! “Snatch that parasol!” “Turn thy bustle up!” “Tick, tick—BOOM!” “Thou want the time? Fetch it from the waves… The tide tolls none. The sun doth burn as God’s own drum.” Tick, Tock— Click, Clock! Grease the gears— Time we MOCK! Clocks in the sun! "Clocks in the—SUN!" Dials be dumb— We dance, we drum! Rip off thy lace, thy gears, thy speech— "NO ONE TELLS TIME AT THE BEACH!" Let the lords keep powdered peach— We tan in grease. We feast, we breach. No one tells time AT THE BEACH!!!
