We Have Ways
A wristwatch with a nervous tick;
his mother thought him very sick.
Put on your socks,
at two o’clock,
I’m taking you down to the doc.
Try not to look so long and drawn,
and get your hands, they’re on the lawn.
Spring into action, align them straight,
or we will wind up being late.
And please, dear, put your best face on.
So just in time, at two o’clock,
seconds to spare, they’re at the doc.
The white coat rushes in the place,
leaped the room, a single bound -
appeared that he was pretty wound.
A jagged crack runs ‘cross his face.
Bezel Rathbone, in booming base
says, Come here, son, let’s take a walk,
for we have ways to make you tok.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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