A spider in the cuckoo clock

by | Jul 4, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

There’s a spider in my cuckoo clock
No wonder it keeps going wrong’
There’s cobwebs round each moving part
So it’s knackered the cuckoo’s song.

I put the kettle on at ten
and then it cuckoos eight,
I’ve missed ‘The Archers’ twice this week
Coz’ that bloody cuckoo’s late.

I stagger out of bed
when the sun begins to shine.
The cuckoo says it’s eight o’clock
but I know damn well it’s nine.

I unfastened the back once
then peered in quite meekly,
tried a swipe at the spider
with ‘The Woman’s Weekly’.

Sunday p.m., last part of the serial
(the vicars mixed up in some scandal).
Put the radio on; I’ve missed it – oh no,
the cuckoo’s now stuck on it’s handle.

I’ve dusted the clock and vac’d in the back
and some of the time it goes fine.
But I can’t trust the cuckoo – he’ll have to be shot.


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