Gone with his dogsrib now is the penny-shocker —
He is only a house breaking half-wit, an unlocker
By skeleton keys. Of the " New" a spirited faker —
Which is no better than an " antique" shammer and crack-maker!
No builder he, but can think up a concoction —
Polish a scrapheap, bought at a bankrupt-auction.
Follow a blind engineer — with clapboard and glass,
Tinfoil and sheetiron, vamp up an architect's farce!
A spoiler, with patchwork devices, such he has been
Since first, a slick understudy, he came on the scene.
Such version is Time up-to-date — I patent it here.
An abstraction called " Father", but now, year by year,
Younger and brighter, marching our Nancies at that —
No scythe or the rest of it — curls in the place of a hat,
A sweatshirt bespeaking prowess, a skin-diver's suit,
Bar the bags and vest, a sandalled Mercury-boot —
An airman what! ( Time flies! ) and yes, a great air
Of being just Nobody, and at the same time Don't-Care !
He's a thought bloodshot's had rotten Klieg-eye:
Since he's so youthful, he's praps a thought too shy.
A pensile lock, it's forever jolted back,
A suburban hiker's military pack.
Such, if you meet him's Time — but don't look for eld:
Each day Time's born again, with a brand-new pelt.