'' It Tells The Same Time '' Poem by Bri Mar

My hundred grand watch,
Is better than yours,
It puts me up a notch,
My status it procures.

It's universally admired,
But here is the hitch,
To get you this fired,
You have to be rich.

The things it can do,
Are above and beyond,
It is perfectly true,
It can survive in a pond.

It lights up at night,
What a beautiful face,
It's a wonderful sight,
That look on its face.

There's no need to wind,
It's perpetual motion,
So beautifully designed,
I feel such devotion.

For all that you've said,
From the facts you elude,
It's all in your head,
My watch is as good.

It didn't cost plenty,
But it's just as sublime,
For what I paid twenty,

‘' It Tells The Same Time ‘'