![]() Tick, Tock, Describing a ClockA Poem by Forget-Me-Not
I. Hands slowly move towards the hour
One second feels like a minute A minute feels like 30 Tick Tock Tick Tock II. Three hours go by Seems like three minutes A child cries Blaming the clock for making her go home Tick Tock Tick Tock III. The Grandfather chimes in the hall The mouse scurries up Just like in the nursery rhyme Hickory Dickory Dock Tick Tock Tick Tock IV. Clocks don't have hands They have luminecent red numbers Who really reads analog anymore? An inaudible Tick Tock Tick Tock V. "Order in the court!" Silence An innocent man awaits his fate Hearing the anxious clock Tick Tock Tick Tock VI. Watch the clock Never look away Count the seconds until you no longer have to stay Tick Tock Tick Tock VII. The man shoved the watch back into his pocket "Who cares about time? I'm already late anyway," Yet his conscience still heard the mockery in the clock's Tick Tock Tick Tock VIII. Time is everything and nothing to the old woman She stares at the clock on the wall Chanting... Tick Tock Tick Tock
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