Grandfather’s Clock Tower

Hello Ladies and gents,

I thought it fine time to do some revision on a very old poem. Any comments or thoughts are appreciated. Here goes nothing…

 

Grandfather’s clock,

from births hour,

sings tick-tock.

 

Tick-tock,

Tick-tock,

her heart beats

for Neverland,

strikes the first hour.

 

Tick-Tock,

Tick-Tock, and

she dreams of flight,

and of life’s magical delights

strikes the third hour.

 

Tick-Tock,

Tick-Tock,

there is peter pan’s

crocodile, and

she swallows an alarm clock,

and pauses time,

on lovers rhymes-

strikes the sixth hour.

 

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock

Big-Ben’s Clock Tower

her rhythm, grows fonder

but Peter Pan’s pixie dust,

collects on grandfather’s

old tower clock-

strikes the 9th hour.

 

And on the 12th hour

Neverland, never comes

her heart beat stops

and the grandfather’s clock

gears, rust.

 

Much love, always.

 

your very own,

bluebird

 

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