The Watch Makers Clock Poem by alan brown

The watchmakers clock
Hung by the door
It chimed every hour
All through the war
But now it is silent
With no tick or toc
As the watchmaker retired
He's taken his lot.

I wound it with vigor
With a key that I found
But the spring snapped
with a twang
And it fell on the ground.

Now the watchmakers clock
is in need repair.
But where do I take it
As the watchmakers
not there.

I tried an electrician
But he was no good
So I tried a repairer
of china and wood.

He got the clock ticking
But it wouldn't keep time
So I gave it to someone
Who thought it sublime.

Now the watchmakers clock
Is hanging above the door
And it tells no more time
But it's kept off the floor