Mother in law

Her clock sits in the corner
it is old and it is tired.
It is dead,
or so she said,
she’s tried it many a time.
It’s also lost its chime.
The cheery song cannot be heard,
it doesn’t say a word.
We found the key and wound it
and looked into its face
and to our shock, we heard it
begin to tick and tock.
Now mum sits it the corner
she is old and she is tired…

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