From the day they were wed
they just used their bed
as a sleeping place, bar once a year.
None could debate
that they treasured the date
when the fruits of wedlock they would share.
So that they'd not miss
their annual bliss,
they'd constructed a sort of alarm.
The alarm would forewarn
by means of loud horn,
turned on by mechanical arm.
With a cam swinging round,
it was programmed to sound
each three-hundred and sixty-five days.
It's wheels were so neat
with cogs to complete
a machine surely worthy of praise.
As the night then drew nigh,
the machine heaved a sigh,
the Gremlins had sadly prevailed
and the force, centrifugal
which sounded the bugle
for the frugal conjugals had failed.
