A clockmaker sold every last clock, and had no more materials to make more He got so desperate he sold his own personal clock, he also didn't have a phone or watch If a deadline for an order arrived, you could say he was this in more ways than one

I am the verb the garden depends on. A ritual repeated, never done. I am not the liquid, but the act itself. Put me before can and I name the tool I use.

buttons sitting beside idle thread, needles dream where cloth is led. a store of old, its name replaced. what is this place for which a tailor will face?

The sidewalk's edge Isn't called a ledge It also isn't a chasm It's what you should do with your Enthusiasm.

Come little birds, stretch your wings Fly around and sit on things A small taste of freedom Although it's not real For you're still confined Tween my ribs of steel Guess what I am If you got to this stage But know that the answer isn't a cage