The Clock Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

The old clock don't tick no more
Since I got one from the computer store
New one just sat there by the bed
And glowed an off-colour red.

It kept the time just as well
And had lots of benefits I'm here to tell.
Reset itself if the power went off
And blinked to remind me of lots of stuff.

When morning came it would give me a buzz
To gently awaken me from my doze
Then would become more insistent if I didn't rise
To great the morning refreshed and wise.

So you ask, 'What happened to my new clock? '
In a moment of anger when in shock
I dashed it to the floor, then took back
And bought one that went tick, tock, tick, tock.

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