I went to a posh jeweler to buy a new time piece,
And I told the geezer
I wanted it really top notch
In response the man in
the shop said “Analogue?”
And I replied “No, I
just want to buy a watch"
I went to a posh jeweler to buy a new time piece,
And I told the geezer
I wanted it really top notch
In response the man in
the shop said “Analogue?”
And I replied “No, I
just want to buy a watch"
If you measured my life
In dog years instead
Then the inevitable
truth
Is I’m already dead
I ate my mum’s clock yesterday,
When she finds out
shell be fuming,
However it was a day
well spent
Eating clocks is very
time consuming
There is a welcoming comfort
To be felt upon entering
the house
And being instantly
greeted
By the reassuring
sound
Of a familiar
timepiece
I always feel
instantly at peace
Because a ticking
clock
Is the heartbeat of
the home
Why did the broken clock
Cross the road without pause to stop?
Well it’s a no brainer really
It was to get to the
second hand shop
The sun burned bright
Its rays struck the sundial
And cast a shadow
Shown in sharp relief
From the gnomon
Upon the brass dial
And as the straight
edge
Reaches three o’clock
It’s time to go
How often have you heard it said?
“I am taking it one
day at a time”
Well, no shit Sherlock
don’t we all
That is after all the
nature of time
I am not opposed to the clocks
Going forward in the
spring
But it could be
handled better
To make it less
exhausting
Take the hour from Friday
afternoon
Instead of Sunday
morning
When he’s making clocks
And hunger beacons
The clock man will
Go back four seconds.
Time the fickle friend,
though you never wind
the spring
the celestial clock
ticks on
It was 1066
And that taught me a lesson
Never buy a wristwatch
From any random person
Time is merely natures way
Of assurance
And stops everything happening
At once
I ate my mum’s clock yesterday,
When she finds out she'll be fuming,
However, it was a day well spent
Eating clocks is very time consuming
A man with one good watch
Always
knows the time of day
But
a man with two watches
Time
itself is infinite
So
infinite as to be immeasurable
By
time itself
Our
own time, upon our earth
A
lifetime is so short
A
life’s time passes in an instant
So
quickly
It
would fail to register
As
the merest twitch
Of
the sweep hand
On
the mighty time piece
The
great universal clock