Array ( [sid] => 186796 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Grandfather Clock [time] => 2020-01-27 16:16:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In the bottom of the castle, down a narrow hall,
the king keeps locked his favorite clock, that can’t keep time at all.
He winds it up and sure enough, it howls the morning through.
At half past morn it beeps its horn, and blows its whistle too.

At lunch it moos, an hour or two, and sometimes hums Ive heard.
Or just goes La-la-la-la la, when it forgets the words.
One tardy dawn, half past a yawn, a clockdoc came to town!
The clock meowed, the clockdoc vowed hed fix it here and now.

Its not the hands, its not the springs, its not the pendulum that swings.
You have a clock without a tock. Ill teach it a few things!
Time is rhyme; clocks must chime; not clip or clop or knock.
Starting now, no more meow, a proper clock tick tocks!

On Valentines, it rings its chimes, its always right on time.
And for just a penny, it recites a nursery rhyme!
You would be so proud of it. It ticks and tocks at last!
Standing in the courtyard, signing autographs.


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The Grandfather Clock
Date: Monday, 27th January 2020 @ 04:16:18 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
In the bottom of the castle, down a narrow hall,
the king keeps locked his favorite clock, that can’t keep time at all.
He winds it up and sure enough, it howls the morning through.
At half past morn it beeps its horn, and blows its whistle too.

At lunch it moos, an hour or two, and sometimes hums Ive heard.
Or just goes La-la-la-la la, when it forgets the words.
One tardy dawn, half past a yawn, a clockdoc came to town!
The clock meowed, the clockdoc vowed hed fix it here and now.

Its not the hands, its not the springs, its not the pendulum that swings.
You have a clock without a tock. Ill teach it a few things!
Time is rhyme; clocks must chime; not clip or clop or knock.
Starting now, no more meow, a proper clock tick tocks!

On Valentines, it rings its chimes, its always right on time.
And for just a penny, it recites a nursery rhyme!
You would be so proud of it. It ticks and tocks at last!
Standing in the courtyard, signing autographs.




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