THE WONDER OF MY CLOCK

 

Here's a photo of my Automatic model by Rotary Watches of Switzerland.

A poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Structure:  Accent points align for all four verses and choruses.

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance

 

 

VERSE 1

 

In the eyes of so many,

 

Phones are king.

 

And obsolete are the clocks once craved.

 

 

All are in the same class,

 

Unless they can ring,

 

As the time piece worn by Flavor Flav.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

When I’m asked about watches,

 

I insist,

 

That wearing one is its own reward.

 

 

When they see the cool clock,

 

Which adorns my wrist.

 

It's like Excaliber is my sword.

 

 

CHORUS 1

 

You’re a clock watcher, babe.

 

Got your eyes on my time piece.

 

You’re a clock watcher, son.

 

Ain’t no way you’ll ever find peace.

 

Til you pick up your tablet,

 

Or that goddamn phone,

 

And fire up an applet,

 

To get a wrist watch of your own.

 

Then your self worth will increase.

Pic of my Seiko QXM147BR model wall clock with battery powered motion and Hi-Fi Sound playing the music of The Beatles band.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

There’s no need to be standing,

 

Very tall,

 

And good looks are no big deal.

 

 

When they see it hanging…

 

Up there on the wall...

 

Yeah, there’s no denying the appeal.

 

 

CHORUS 2

 

You’re a clock watcher, babe.

 

Got your eyes on my time piece.

 

You’re a clock watcher, son.

 

Ain’t no way you’ll ever find peace.

 

Til you pick up your tablet,

 

Or that goddamn phone,

 

And fire up an applet,

 

To get a wall clock of your own.

 

Then your home's worth will increase.

 

 

 

 

Pic of handmade wall clock in the shape of Texas #1396 by Bob Harbison of Kraf Naf of Hurst, made of pecan from the clear fork of the Brazos River in Stephans County Texas.

BRIDGE #1

 

I haven’t always had it so good.

 

Some didn’t have crystals or paint.

 

Crafted of pecan, a rich native wood,

 

One was just a simple and quaint,

 

Celebration of The Lone Star State.

 

But now…

 

When my wall clock comes into view,

 

It’s like I’ve just been informed,

 

Of oil reserves under my land.

 

Or the thrill my mother knew,

 

When The Beatles performed,

 

“I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”

 

 

BRIDGE #2

 

If, of your home, you've ever thought,

 

"This place is dull and uninspired.

 

What can I do to make it come alive?"

 

 

A new wall clock should be sought,

 

To make your domicile admired,

 

And achieve that fresh look for which you strive.

 

 

Now, as to how it should be bought,

 

If you have the funds which are required,

 

Make a clock shop the next place you arrive.

 

 

But if with bad credit you are fraught,

 

And a fine clock is still desired,

 

It's time to learn how to dumpster dive.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Try to choose automatic

 

In your watch.

 

They’ll withstand an E.M.P.

 

 

You’ll be who they’re asking:

 

“Do you have the time?”

 

When their iPhones are all on empty.

 

 

CHORUS 3

 

You’re a clock watcher, babe.

 

Got your eyes on my time piece.

 

You’re a clock watcher, son.

 

Ain’t no way you’ll ever find peace.

 

Til you pick up your tablet,

 

Or that goddamn phone,

 

And fire up an applet,

 

To get an cool watch of your own.

 

Then your self worth will increase.

 

 

THE END

 

 

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2016.  All rights reserved. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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