Happiest Grandfather Clock
He is the happiest clock I have ever had!
This was said by my aunt who is never sad.
I named him Bruce, after my kind stepdad.
How do you know he’s a guy asked Farmer Tad.
Because he is a grandfather clock she promptly said.
His moon face is pretty, his wood is burned red.
He has copper hands made out of the best of lead.
I keep him in my room, right beside my bed.
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