Watch
I watched my gold watch
With my face toward its face
Its hands were a-clicking
My hands still in place
My face met this watch
With its hands in its face
Its face in my hands
Ticks an efficient pace
Its grace held in place
Behind the glass case
My hands kept from hands
That each other would race
Its face was so fine
Though it could not see mine
Who beheld in my arms
These arms telling time
Hands with no fingers
Yet hold night and day
And tickle my dreams
As the night ticks away
This watch, not a Swatch
Rather art of top notch
A wrist-hugging jewel
Is this portable clock
The slender arms stretching
From twelve then to six
Though mouthless it tells me
The time as it ticks
With my face toward its face
Its hands were a-clicking
My hands still in place
My face met this watch
With its hands in its face
Its face in my hands
Ticks an efficient pace
Its grace held in place
Behind the glass case
My hands kept from hands
That each other would race
Its face was so fine
Though it could not see mine
Who beheld in my arms
These arms telling time
Hands with no fingers
Yet hold night and day
And tickle my dreams
As the night ticks away
This watch, not a Swatch
Rather art of top notch
A wrist-hugging jewel
Is this portable clock
The slender arms stretching
From twelve then to six
Though mouthless it tells me
The time as it ticks