My Clock Won'T Rock

I had a poem to write and sign The lights went out, all is not fine Fumbled in the dark, two AM was the time How did I know the clock was behind? The pendulum swung sounding the gong Waiting for twice but something’s wrong It bonged three, really moved along Didn’t sound right, usually reverb and strong Still in the dark, my thoughts went aground My pen is twitching, the clock is down Moving the hands back, but time would frown What should I do before the next sound? Stopping the motion I could set it back Reducing the weights would give me slack Could finish my poem, so pen won't give me flack Will be back in the groove with mind in tact Its hands are set, the pendulum standing still Then back in motion which time will fill It’s going to strike now, such a thrill Only struck one, I’ve lost my will I heard a scramble and then a knock a mouse said “hi… Mr Tick Tock” I feel I’ve been fooled and quite mocked He signed my poem Hickory Dickory Dock!!!!