Whatever I'm Late Anyway Clock

Numerals collapsed into a heap at the bottom

A black disc with a short printed line of text across the top and the twelve numerals drawn in a loose handwritten style, piled up along the lower edge as though they had slid off the face and landed there. The hands are white with a thin red second hand.

The joke only works because the hands still run normally, so the clock remains readable by hand position while the numerals have given up. It is 25.4 centimetres across, small enough to sit over a desk or a kitchen door.

One version, in black.