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"An antique grandfather clock is a friend and companion for life."
Grandfather Clocks
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7 Sandringham Road, Widnes
Cheshire WA8 9HD
United Kingdom
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e-mail: john@johnshone.co.uk
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The John Shone Collection
A Tradition Of Excellence
Specialist in the buying, selling and renovation of fine antique grandfather clocks for over 30 years
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John's original poems
<< May 2006 | poems index | clock poem | July 2006 >>Son of Crazy Driving(Should have bought a grandfather/longcase/tallcase clock) (June 2006)He noticed the christmas cards hanging on the wall.
They didn't stand out like his black driving
gloves on the mantelpiece.
He was attracted by the tree and the
pretty flickering lights.
Should he touch them or attempt to light
the immitation candle?
The mutilated hands hung down like bunches
of bananas,
and the streamers of blood billowed across
the room,
great phallic symbols of past glory.
The car radio turned round and round
faster and faster.
Stop! Stop! screamed his angry bloodshot eyes.
He didn't like the pictures on the wall,
or understand why the rubber tyre smiled invitingly.
Had he rubbed its belly at one time?
Still it was better than the burning cat
which,strangled by the black driving gloves,
set fire to its fur in protest.
"To Father Chistmas,wishing you all the best
for the New Year"
The clock ticked on regardlessly and the cards pinned to the door cried out
in silence.
He rolled a cigarette,but his hands
trembled as he tried to light it from
the burning black cat.
The banana hands reached down from
the ceiling and steadied his own.
"Mummy,Daddy,Will Father Christmas ever come?"
Kindest Regards
John Shone (grandfather clocks Am I)
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