The New Watch.

Goldfinch60



There he came into the house,

The first thing he showed us

Was the watch,

Of which he was so proud.

My son and his partner

Had started kayaking,

And he needed a watch

That could survive in the wet,

So here it was.

It goes down to the depths,

It told when the tides were rising,

Or receding,

It could even tell the time!

We were sitting chatting

And he needed to know the time.

So there it is,

His new watch on his wrist,

Ready and waiting for him,

And what does he do?

He looks at his ‘phone!

I just laughed and laughed.

“What are you laughing at?

My son said.

So I asked him

“Why do you have a watch,

Of which you are so proud;

But tell the time on you ‘phone?”

He looked at me dumbfounded,

And he too burst out laughing.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2022 02:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: True story and a classic Dave Allen sketch.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: Crowns4Christ.
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    Oh lol good write Gold.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi

      • orchidee

        Did your photocopier, if you had one in your office make the coffee, as well as doing everything else?

      • Crowns4Christ

        HAHAHA,I'm guilty of doing the same thing, yesterday actually, HAHAHA 🤣😂😂

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you C4C, it is so strange, I always use my watch to tell the time, perhaps that is all part of being old and living before the computer/cell phone age. LOL

          Andy

          • Crowns4Christ

            HAHAHA,well in my defense, I just got my watch today,but you are definitely right,living in the computer and cell phone age is actually ba handicap,because everything comes so much easier,. Melissa

          • arqios

            Been there, done that, still there! Just the other day I needed to know the time, wristwatch on my free hand found myself fishing for my phone which has a working clock on its homescreen wallpaper. LOL. Faved!

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Rik, see my reply to C4C.

              Andy

              • arqios

                Oh I hadn't been able to wear a wristwatch from prep school. Some skin allergy. But with getting older and the body chemistry changing or slowing down or both, that has shifted. Everything I used to be able to do I am quite suddenly very allergic to and vice versa. Doctors tell me that's normal. For me the normal state of the body is to be healthy and ailment free, lol.

              • Doggerel Dave

                I ain’t got no phone.
                Double negative?
                Means I ain’t got one;
                I manage to live….

                Plus Dave Allen...My cup runneth.... thanks Andy.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thanks Dave, not having a 'phone can be a blessing.

                  Dave Allen is such a funny man.

                  Andy

                • Saxon Crow

                  Son? Son?! Is there something I should know?

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Well it was you a few years ago, are you now of an age where you have lost your memory.

                    Dad.

                    • Saxon Crow

                      Looks that way! I can't remember. But I must say what an amazing sense of humour I have
                      Ahem

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Habits are a hard thing to break even when one wants to. A great story Gold.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Thank you soren, yes they are, that is why I always look at my watch to tell the time and have done nearly all m y long life.

                        Andy

                      • Neville



                        old habits die hard ....... very funny tho' 🙂

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Thank you Neville.

                          Andy



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