Tick Tock (The Evil Clock)

by Melissa Minners
 

 

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Slow to move

Are the hands of the clock

 

The day seems to drag

The minutes are long

Stare at the clock

And wait for the gong

 

One hour passed

Seven more to go

How on Earth

Can one day be so slow?

 

The clock’s hands move

At a leisurely pace

And you can do nothing

But stare at its face

 

It mocks you unkindly

Your situation grows dour

And you become more antsy

With each passing hour

 

This workday is long

And you beg for an end

But the clock face is evil

And time is no friend


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