Poems

The Clock

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick.
Never am I tired, never I fall sick.

Some have two, others have three.
My hands go merry-go-round but not in a hurry.
Second is first, followed by minute and hour.
Time is precious; to show it is an honour.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick.
Never am I tired, never I fall sick.

Round or square, big or small.
Am around your wrist, am on the wall.
Sometimes a cuckoo resides in me.
Dimples of day and date are for you to see.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick.
Never am I tired, never I fall sick.

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