Tick Tock

Tick Tock

By stbrians | Churning Poetry | 5 Dec 2022


Tick tack,  tick tock

Time flies very fast. 

Before you say 'bingo' much is lost.

Tick tock,  tick tock

Am late for appointment.

I missed my bus of allotment. 

Time really flies like a rocket to space. 

The sluggard won't have time or space. 

He will hoover sluggishly on his chores.

Without any precious time he spares. 

 

Tick tock, tick tock! 

You are the pilot of the speedy clock.

You control it as you take your stock. 

Tick tock, tick tock.

You have no precious time to lose.

Before the sluggard wakes up to yawn. 

You have are already busy working on the lawn. 

Tick tock, tick tock 

Time really flies in a breakneck  speed. 

Yet you be the pilot that directs with a need. 

 

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