Watch Your Back With A Time Attack!

The times are coming. the clocks are drumming. Marching one, two, three. The times are after thee. Are they watches or clocks? Beats me, but they may throw rocks.

That you knew.
That you did not.
Both are true.
Or maybe they're not.

But one is bad.
One may be good.
At least a tad.
Pull back the hood.

The not knowing.
That gets the case.
It gets a showing.
So words you embrace.

You're behind the times.
You better run.
Watches on mimes.
Clocks on a nun.

Same or not.
Could be nifty.
A nun time plot.
At you swifty.

Grammar for me.
Grammer for you.
What did you see?
Whut did you view?

Catch the wrong?
Catch the right.
Sing that song,
You're behind the times, all right.

You're and behind and the is behind.
I may have offended the clock.
My, the workings of my mind.
It could give me a shock.

Static is all.
I take up too much space.
No plug in the wall.
It may crush my face.

Then it would be under the times.
Under and behind double the chime.
Watches on killer mimes.
On a clock, don't drop a dime.

Are you confused? I'm rather amused. It popped in and out. So it came about. Are you behind the times? Do you live in NY behind the building and report crimes? Do you hide behind a clock? Do you rock around it with a sock? I may be behind the times today with my sass. Of course I could be ahead of the times with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.