Clock Work Poem by Ima Ryma

My grandfather clock sounded bad.
It made a funny ticking sound.
Nearby a fix it shop be had.
An old German guy there I found.
He rolled the clock into the back,
And then he tied it to a chair.
He took out a cigarette pack,
And blew lots of smoke in the air,
Especially in the clock's face.
This puzzled me and so I asked
How blowing smoke fixed my clock case.
He said was for good purpose tasked.

The old German said of the clock,
'Ja, ve haf veys to make it tock.'