儿童诗歌|Useless Wristwatch

My wristwatch has no minute handupon it's empty face,and where the hour hand should bethere's nothing there but space.My wristwatch simply won't tell time.It's useless as can be.I can't tell if it's half past fiveor seventeen till three.It could be nearly midnightor it could be ten till four.Without an hour or minute handI'm not sure anymore.My wristwatch isn't working outthe way that I had planned.I guess that I deserved^{1 this, though:I bought it secondhand2.}