PROFESSOR CLOCKWORK
They call me professor clockwork, I must confess.It's not as strange as you would guess.
For I am the architect of a clockwork world,
Let me tell you how it happened, No;
Well at least let me confess, You see.
Pondering one day on the Invulnerability,
Of all the little creatures that surrounded me.
The one's we pay scant attention too:
That live no longer than a week or a day,
Thinking about what would I do, If I had my say.
What if I could give them a clockwork life,
So that they could all live longer than a day.
They thought I was mad and should be locked away,
That was when a weird and wonderful thought.
Would change this world for ever come What may:
Building a machine out of my day dreams,
With coils of wires and many other things.
To give all the little creatures a clockwork heart,
Turning it on sent shock waves through the earth;
This was day one of a bright knew world.
That gave everything a brand new start,
For no longer could there be wars.
If you had to rely on your fellow man,
To wind up your clockwork heart.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-08-19 at 13:31
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