Tick Tock
MY FRIEND WITH HIS ROUND SMILEY FACE
REFUSED TO TICK, REFUSED TO TOCK
I FEARED HE'D GIVEN UP LIFES RACE
AS I RAPPED AND IT STILL DIDN'T GO
MY GRANDSON SAID `GIVE IT SOME FOOD? '
BUT ALAS, IT WASN'T IN THE MOOD
HIS CHANGING` TOCK' HAS PUT ME TO SLEEP FOR SO LONG
ALONG WITH MY TEDDY, I NEEDED NO SONG
HIS HANDS HAVE STOPPED TO SHOW HIS SADNESS
TIME HAS RUN OUT FOR HIM
HIS SPRING IS PROBABLY BROKEN AND HIS CHROME WORN THIN
NEW MODELS TAKE OVER, THEY DON'T MAKE A SOUND
THEIR PARTS DON'T EVEN GO ROUND
SO THE CHANGES SET IN
WE ACCEPT THAT NEW SUPER DOOPER GIZMO THING
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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