When the Clock Broke
By luigi_pagano
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When the clock broke
my wife did insist
I'd see this bloke
who's a horologist.
I showed him the clock,
said, can you repair it?
I can't hear it tick-tock.
He had a giggling fit.
If I may be so bold,
he then replied.
this piece is too old;
no wonder it died.
I tell you straight,
don't be offended,
it's in such a state
it can't be mended.
I must confess
that it was a shock
and now I possess
a digital clock.
The most expensive
they had in stock;
I caved in to the offensive
of tough talk.
© Luigi Pagano 2021
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I enjoyed your poem Luigi.
I enjoyed your poem Luigi. Great idea for the I P.
Jenny. xx
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But a clock is for life!
But a clock is for life! And the horologist's giggling fit ... how unprofessional. I would have sought a second opinion.
Good enjoyable reading!
Turlough
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Have you heard of Yurrie
Have you heard of Yurrie Geller? He is sure to get your ticker ticking again even over the telephone.
Merry Christmas Luigi to you it's the latest fad! Tom
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And to you also
And to you also Luigi! Yuri Geller was not only bending spoons he was much more versatile, nobody really knows how he pulled it off. Wonder if he could make christmas presents appear?
Cheeers! Tom
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