Riddle And Rhyme. Poem by Evelyn Rose

How is a riddle or rhyme to pass the time?
Is it a clock that counts down
A pig that can fly
Or is it a river that moves up
or a truth thats a lie.
Whatever it maybe is unknown to me
But who am I to judge
When I'm not all there.
Ive got bolts that are broke
Gears that dont spin
Nails unscrewed
Oh where to begin!
My heads not on straight,
if its there at all?
My shirt is to tight,
My legs to tall
Hey?
I figured out the rhyme after all.