“Tock, tock” repeating

What creature tocks in my wall

On this chilly night

A frigid wind howls

‘Round the smelly plastic bag

I take out the trash

Five, seven, five

Syllables they say belong in a haiku

But whatever

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Father time taps his finger

On the table.

Pizza, pizza pie,

But never a pizza cake.

Pizza, pizza, why?

Snow falls raucously,

Or, so I hear, that it can,

Up atop mountains

How to write a pome:

Wait, I meant to say “poem”

Oh well, leave it in

What is different

From the short rest in your bed

And the longer one?