The Time Machine

A scientist worked hard each day To make a time machine to work away And he had an assistant who worked along Happy to share the scientist’s song He had to clock on and off each day The scientist not missing the worker’s pay The time machine glowered in its power As they worked away to the wee small hours When at last they decided that they’d try it then Entering the chamber closing the door again There was a high pitched noise with shuddering And they left the present to the past time entering They spent long hours in the past reliving history At the Eureka Stockade and the Moon Landing’s story When at last they finished their wandering around They returned to their laboratory as their machine died down But a problem came when the assistant looked to be paid They returned to the exact moment they left on their escapade. © Paul Warren Poetry