Watchmaker Watchmaker
Watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
Which tells me I'm time, which shan't be forgot.
I want it to yell in yodels and songs sung by a lady,
Whenever I'm adrift in my mind full of lies in fantasy.
Use cogs and quarts to bind the time to my soul,
Tie wires and wheels to my veins and my vessels.
Tick me with tocks of the clock on my wrist,
So never again shall another minute be missed.
So watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
As we're struck on another roman numeral notch.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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