LITTLE BEN

 

Little Bens alarm rang six o'clock

Time, so he thought, for the man to get up

He put on his clothes and cleaned his teeth

Washed his face and brewed his tea

Sat down for a minute and rubbed his eyes

The clock downstairs was reading five

Cursing and grumbling, was overheard

As he creaked his way, back upstairs

He grabbed little Ben, the air was blue

Now the clock was saying two

He shaked and swore, little Ben went numb

His little hands, were finger and thumb

His cogs and gears were all confused

It wasn't nice to be abused

His hands dropped down to half past six

In silence there's no tocks or ticks

The man couldn't trust this clock again

And time ran out for little Ben

And grumpy man, still half asleep

threw little Ben out on the street

Left in the gutter, unwound, berated

His little face illuminated

Then within an hour, a passing pup

Barked to his owner, to pick Ben up

The ticks and tocks began to run

And the puppy's owner took Ben home

He thought the sound would be fantastic

When placed inside the young pups basket

And when the pup slept in the dark

The pup dreamt of his mothers heart

Little Ben just ticked and tocked

Until the puppy nodded off

No time was needed on the clock

All he did was tick and tock

And the rhythm of his clockwork power

Was little Bens finest hour.

 

Ste Bee