Jimi Wifi and the Train of Time

Once upon a time there was a young brother and sister who lived in a snug white and brown digital house with their doting grandparents and no clocks. . . Their grandmother’s name was Grandma Rhyme whose perfume smelled like lemonade Country time, and Grandpa Reason drinks lemon lime, in the den, and falls asleep by story time (: One day she said to the children, “Brush your teeth after dinner you eat, before we have to go to sleep. You know the drill, on time for bed at eight, and in the morning, eggs, scrambled, for your breakfast plate.” They barely knew what eight meant except it was time to eat, not even what time meant except when to sleep, so one night after suppertime, they ganged up and questioned Grandma Rhyme . . . OK, here’s a story bout’ a boy, OK, Who wanted to learn to keep time, like back in the day. . . Well, this boy’s name was Jimi Wifi, Who had trouble keeping time, he made a wish to the sky! In the blink of an eye, came a flying train, With a clock for a face, and a singing conductor, how insane! Jimi was fascinated by the face of the clock And the mad conductor going tick, tick tock. So he asked “Eh, yo!” about the tick tock sounds “Well I’m Father Time, let me break it down. . .