Poetry for men who look at old Mechanical things

The great mechanical Marvel

With its dual time elapsed

Escapement movement

Turns slowly on its axis

Gears spinning driving its

Built in helical spring

And with its divergence inverted organ pipes

It can be taught to loudly sing

It truly is a wonder

As grown men drool

Over its polished Brass pipes

And not just old men in rain coats

But even younger well suited types

And they will look and point

And nod in a knowing way

A way that women don’t understand

Even in the more enlightened times

Of the modern day man

You see

The great mechanical Marvel

Is a product of the past

And modern ones are all plastic

And never ever last

As bits fall off

And the escape value sticks

And the all important

Trestle adjustment screw

Keeps moving

So you stick it in with glue

But  

The great mechanical Marvel

Grow men looking at its polished Brass

Supping on an ice cold pint of beer

Will always reassure a chap

After being trapped in a large supermarket

With his wife

And a supermarket trolley

That will not

Steer