The ClockA Poem by ClaraOswaldFunny thoughts about the clock - penned on a boring SundayThere goes the clock With a tick-tick-tock Without it, there would be lot of crises There are 3 hands that go with a tick But also do it without getting sick But flows always like a wave They are 3 needle-like hands That forms a tick-tock band Sure it loves to have fun It’s fast as a bullet gun Ah! There is the slowest and smallest snail, Oh! How slow peaceful and calm it sails But sure that it doesn’t smell like a smelly sock
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