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 For feedback, visit our message board or e-mail the author at talonkarrde@g-pop-net.