Mr. Clock on the Wall:

Must you move so, so slowly?
Do you not know that it is nearly the weekend and I have fun things to do?

Perhaps you enjoy moving this slowly, because I stare, and stare, and stare meaningfully into your face.
And you know that the minute you strike five o'clock I won't spare a moment to look at your face until Sunday evening when I say, "Ugh...tomorrow is Monday. I should probably go to bed now."
I won't look at you this weekend because I know if I do, it will only remind me of the fact that you'll be winding ahead a bit faster, causing my weekend to whiz by in the blink of an eye. And you'll have done it, as you always do, just to spite me. To remind me to watch you a little more closely.

See you next week.