Clock spring not wound
The key, where can it be found
You should redound
Second hand dance
Minute hand prance
Hour hand follow and advance
Watch clock won’t coil
Crocus till the soil
Will the spring do its thing?
Wound tight to make ring
The sound it will toll
will it bring
this thing called spring
Coffee on the boil
Grounds to fill the sole
Wake up, you silly thing
Come on get out of bed
you sleepy head
Did you not hear it ring?
Hey it’s spring
9 comments:
It is here 80 all last week, Another fun one Roy thanks
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Ahh, spring. Can't wait! Nice one, Roy!
I can feel spring in the air here, I love spring time... Enjoyed your poem roy :)
Aw gee - why you waking me so early? No spring here for at least another 6 weeks - hahahaha
LOL - sleepy head that's me : ) I am sure my clock hates me for not ever listening to it _ : )
just tying to shrink time a little want to plant some watermelons lol
I can guess I helped inspire this Roy. I see references to coffee and soles.
Now on my Holes in My Soles site I recently had you over for a coffee and poetry read, and now this ! Well done. Love it.
Jim, I thought of your blog too :) Happy poem Roy, keep them coming...loved it.
yes, Jim you did the coffee was great so was the conversation. thank you for having me and dropping by. gb
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