Grandfather Clock Poem by Jeff Law

Grandfather clock.
A second is a minute
With sixty seconds in it
So keep an eye on the clock
Whilst the hands they slowly rock
And with their echos sounding last
You’ll wait until its quarter past
And when the chimes, they brush your ears
You’ll and wait if the cuckoo appears
Once it strikes and then twice again
The chimes they take me back to the sounds of Big Ben
Eleventh comes and then twelfth is here
But the friendly cuckoo it hides in fear
“Oh where oh where is your soothing sing,
Your shiny beak, your luscious wing”
I take a step back, and view to my terror
That I’ve made a mistake, I’ve made a small error
The clock that I gaze on, I should have known better
It doesn’t contain a beak or a feather
As I read the engravement, until it finally stops
It says it’s not cuckoo, it’s a grandfather clock