Uncle Jim’s Time Machine.
The sign said Danger Keep Out, so I went in
To uncle Jims incredible shed
There he spent his time inventing
Television, penicillin, a flying bed.
His great works were mainly stolen
By other men less scrupulous
Their egos clearly greatly swollen
Yet Jim gave not a tinkers cuss.
As a lad I loved his workshop
All manner of cast off goods
Washing machines and bottles of pop
Mincers, whisks for various foods.
A one armed bandit and diver’s suit
A tractor and a plough
A wardrobe and a Wellington boot
He’d use them all somehow.
But on this very special day
I noticed something new
A telephone box was in the way
It filled the workshop too.
“This” said Jim ” is my next invention”
I asked him what it did
It’s a time machine, now pay attention
If you help me I’ll give you a quid.
So he climbed right in and twiddled knobs
While I turned the main switch on
Then he shouted press those thingamabobs
So I did! And he was gone!
I often look for Uncle Jim
In case he dialled in for our present time
Daily his workshop I look in
It’s become an obsession of mine.
But the reason I really want to see him
Is for what the bugger did
He flew off that day quite on a whim
But he never gave me my quid.
Subject: Uncle Jim's Time Machine. 
. The imagery is great in this write, vivid scenes of uncle Jims workshop give it lots of atmosphere. What a dream for every schoolboy, having an uncle like Jim and his workshop to explore.
