Clockwise

I’m your bedside mate.
And I’ll let you all
into a secret.
If my quartz crystal
didn’t oscillate
to tune my pulse rate
to ticking tempo,
you’ll surely be late.

But I say nothing.
Just sit in my place
as squat as a toad
and keep a straight face,
pointing to time’s road.
Tomorrow at dawn,
I’m set to alarm.
May your dreams be deep
when I steal your sleep.

Copyright: from Hello H2O (Hodder Children’s, 2003/2013), © John Agard 2003, used by permission of the author and publisher

More about this poem

John is one of the most electrifying readers around, and the energy and dazzle he brings to his performance is matched by the surprise ...

Learn more

Explore Similar Poems

Also by John Agard

By Tags

Close