The Clock

we have a clock up on the mantel it's right just twice each day but, when you get to my age i guess that it's ok i don't need clocks to keep in time my body works for me i don't need hands on an old clock to tell me when to pee my stomach says it's time to eat the clock says ten past eight it's three hours off as i can see but, still ....i think it's great the clocks been there through seven kids four dogs, two cats, one wife it's no wonder that with all of that it barely has a life you can still hear it try ticking if you give it a good wind i'd hate to look inside it for fear of what i'd find the cuckoo clock i used to own went cockeyed, the bird died i couldn't get the cuckoo back no matter how i tried i figure now at eighty six that time has passed me by i used to be quite punctual i was just that sort of guy but, now the clock up on my mantel it's right twice...and i see it's ten past eight again my friends so...it means it's time for tea.