<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cuckoo Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cuckoo flew out of the clock <br>and landed on the arm chair. <br>It looked me in the eye and said, <br> “I’m not going back in there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">People expect too much of me, <br>going back and forth all day. <br>I’m not going back inside. <br>No! Never! No way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clock’s none stop ticking <br>has made my head feel sore <br>Calling ‘cuckoo’ 24-7 it’s too much, <br>I’m not doing it any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to breathe the fresh air, <br>and feel the rain and sun. <br>I want to be able to fly around <br>and enjoy proper cuckoo fun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should be leaving my eggs <br>here, there, and everywhere.<br>Eating lots of juicy worms, <br>and being free without a care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do you mean I’m not real <br>and I’m only made of wood? <br>Of course I am; I call out ‘cuckoo’ <br>like every cuckoo should. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just put me on the windowsill <br>and I’ll show you how I can fly. <br>Why..? I can’t move my wings, <br>no matter how much I try. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I can’t call out ‘cuckoo’, <br>my ‘cuckoo’ cry has gone. <br>My head and body won’t move, <br>and my wings won’t open. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh dear, what am I to do? <br>I’m just a piece of wood. <br>I’ve been shaped like a bird<br>and my paint job’s not so good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve a spring sticking out my bottom <br>and my feathers aren’t feathers at all. <br>I haven’t a sound to call my own, <br>and when I try to fly I fall… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will you please put me back in the clock? <br>It’s the only place I can call my home. <br>I’ll be happy to remind you of the time, <br>and I promise never again to moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473084" data-title="The Cuckoo Clock de Orlando Belo" data-description="The cuckoo flew out of the clock and landed on the arm chair. It looked me in the eye and said, “I’m not going back in there! People expect too much of me, going back and forth all day. I’m not going back inside. No! Never! No way. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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