The Time Machine
I built a little time machine,
Down in the garden shed.
It was such a tiny time machine,
It would only fit my head.
So I sent my head to ancient Greece
And saw the Parthenon.
But I’d no hands for a camera,
And my feet were sad I’d gone.
Down in the garden shed.
It was such a tiny time machine,
It would only fit my head.
So I sent my head to ancient Greece
And saw the Parthenon.
But I’d no hands for a camera,
And my feet were sad I’d gone.
This poem is copyright (©) Ian Brownlie 2024
About the Writer
Ian Brownlie
Ian lives with his family in Marlow, Bucks (UK). His prospective middle grade novel, Solomon Brown from Hero Town, was longlisted for the Times/Chicken House Children's Fiction Competition. His poems have been published in The Dirigible Balloon and The Toy.
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