Funny Time Went up to the rooftop. I brought the kitchen clock, wound up like a pitcher, and threw it 'cross the block. Then I giggled, snickered, laughed, with Mama's watch in hand. I threw her watch so forcefully, I bet it didn't land. My mother doesn't seem to laugh. I don't know why she cries. I heard her say just yesterday, "It's funny how time flies." Copyright © 2001, Robert Pottle All Rights Reserved |