What Time Is It Dear? Poem by James Wakelin

I have a watch it doesnt go
I have a clock that doesnt say so
not many people that I know
tell me what I want to know
I spend my time looking at the zero
which has become my hero

Tired of waiting I knock at the door
seeking that little bit more
so must I that I must implore
agonizingly wretched and poor
I dance a simple step on floor
waiting for him to ease my sore

To wait and wait and wait some more
she came and told me what i NEEDED to know
now home on time I go
back home to villiage green and moor
tomorrorow I dance for the King and Queen
So time evolves in my revolving door

Waiting no more!