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JUDGEMENT DAY(how to pick the best grandfather/longcase/tallcase clocks)  (February 2003)
'twas perhaps overwork, too much stress, too much strain,
made my head pulsate with pain.
I went to the Doctor, who did not insist,
but advised me to see a Psychiatrist.
"You can pick one yourself, there's no rush whom to choose"
So I thought, what the hell, I've got nothing to lose,
but my mind quicky changed in the dim, waiting room,
old pictures and books and visions of doom.
"I'm sorry to trouble you" I managed to stammer,
"But inside my head, I'm sure there's a hammer"
"That's quite alright, lay down and rest,
I'm just going to give you a simple test"
I answered some questions, it did not take long,
so I asked him point blank, "Is there anything wrong?"
"I'm not quite sure", he replied with a smile,
"I need to check through and it may take a while,
It's not easy to say whether someone is mad,
but I'll tell you the truth, be it good news or bad,
and might i suggest that you do not wait there,
take a walk in the park, fill your lungs with fresh air,
give yourself chance to be happy and free,
mingle with Nature, let her judge not me"
I took his advice and was filled with delight,
'twas a beautiful day and the Sun shone so bright,
and the Birds sang their songs as I roamed amongst flowers,
I could have walked for hours and hours.
Then I spotted a movement in the foliage of green,
A Red Squirrel! The first live one that I'd ever seen!
I could not help staring, and its eyes met my gaze,
and then it ran to me, through the thick bushy maze.
In less than a tick, it was there at my feet,
a darling wee thing, and ever so sweet.
As its confidence grew, it got bolder and bolder,
ran up my body, and tugged at my shoulder.
Then it was jumping and dancing with glee,
trying to drag me back to a tree.
I followed it blindly, as if in a dream,
struck dumb with horror, could not even scream.
For I saw in its eyes, what my heart knew was true,
They said "Come little man, I collect nuts like you!"