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        THE CLOCK THAT LOST IT’S TICK
Aunt Mabel had a clock that stood in the long hall,
Twas very old and much to big to hang on the wall,
It belonged to grandad, as the eldest she had claim,
Causing the rest of the family heartache and pain.

The face was painted with a sailing ship out at sea,
With a moon that moved, correct as it could be,
Never out of cync with the real moon in the sky,
And she loved to show it off to those who passed by.

Aunt Mabel never married and all wanted the prize,
It did not seem to matter that it was enormous in size,
She lived until she was ninety before she passed away,
It went to an old friend, so in the family it did not stay.

But the friend after awhile didn’t want it, offered it to me,
She said that it was haunted and sounded very scarey,
For somehow it had lost it’s tick, only sounded tock,
And it kept her awake with the funny sound of the clock.

The tick-tock was always soothing, but just the tock sound
Sent a shiver down the spine to all those who were around,
Silence, then tock, every second was the owners cruel fate
And Aunt Mabel’s dear old clock she began to really hate.

I had it delivered to my home and placed in my long hall,
It looks so grand and stately standing tall by my wall,
And after about an hour that dear old handsome clock
Resounded through my home with a reassuring tick-tock.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 10, 2003